Rhea'li watches Emet-Selch expression as he chews on the fish, waiting for his assessment with bated breath. His ears drop slightly at Emet-Selch's response before they perk back up while he thinks over his options.

"'Tis the bitter aftertaste that ruins an otherwise lightly pleasant flavour, no?" Rubbing his chin. "Mayhap a sweet sauce would balance it out?"

Not that he has anything resembling a sauce presently here on hand, but...