[It really isn't dissimilar to a cat. Golisopod cleans his antennae slowly and carefully - they're what help him smell and sense sound vibrations, after all - and only stops when the small girl approaches him. Guzma snorts again, trying not to laugh. Holy smokes, this is perhaps the most entertaining person he had to explain a pokemon to, and he's actually not at all irritated or exasperated by it. Ren's innocence and childlike wonder makes her incorrect assumptions endearing and funny.]

Golisopod's not a fish, sweetheart, he's a bug. A bug what can swim real good, yeah? In the wild, pokemon like 'im don't live in the water, just close to it.

[Golisopod watches Ren and tilts his head with a curious rumble, leaning forward a bit to see what she's looking for in her bag. Usually, Guzma keeps treats and tasty food in his, so he's a little excited, the feelers on his face wriggling as his mouth hangs open a bit.

It's not a treat, but a flower, and he blinks slowly as she wriggles the flower in front of him. He looks at Guzma, who snickers into his fist, and then reaches out with his large, clawed arm slowly and takes the flower gently from Ren to hold the stem carefully between his long and pointed claws. It's insane, just how gentle he's being, handling the delicate bloom with the utmost care. It has been said that Golisopod are really just gentle giants, unless threatened, and Guzma's is a true ambassador of his species' calm and placid temperament.

The huge insect looks at the flower a moment or two before tucking it into Ren's hair, close to her ear. It's not right there - human anatomy is peculiar to a pokemon - but he's seen his Trainer do something similar a few times, in his life, for girls and such. It's quite a popular thing to do, actually, in Alola.]

Heh, see that? He likes you.