Stay quiet

The initial panic out of the way, you start to think rationally again. The first thought into your mind, cold and clear, is 'If I keep screaming, and calming me down hasn't worked, the most effective thing to do will be to cut my throat open.'

So you calm yourself, and as the lizard's fingers relax their grip, you take a deep breath of air, feeling his body shift like it's going for its knife - and exhale, as quietly as you can.

"Good." It says, his voice's inhumanity not calming you down. "Now that you're calm, can we sit down and talk?"

You nod, unwilling to go against the lizard, and he leads you into the kitchen, where it pours out a glass of water and hands it to you.

"Drink. Loosen your throat."

You slip the water slowly and carefully, as it continues on into the lounge, where it sits down in one of the chairs, tail coiled over one leg.

"You may start." It says, head slightly cocked, and though you're mostly thinking steadily again, only one question springs to mind, and not wanting to keep it waiting, you ask...