Surrender to the monster

There's no way you can get past this thing. He's a leviathan in every sense of the word, and if the sorcerer is hoping you'll put up a fight, you're happy to disappoint him.

"Hi there," you say, and the beast blinks his huge gray eyes, looking surprised. "What's your name?"

"Um...Neraem," he says after a moment, his speech a little thick, but you imagine it can't be easy to talk with all those squirming tentacles in his mouth. "Why?"

"So I know what to call you," you say. "So, Neraem, how do you want to do this?"

The leviathan glances around, as if looking for a trick, or maybe someone to give him advice, because he doesn't seem to know what to do with you. "Usually, humans just scream and try to get away from me. Nobody's ever talked to me before."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a nice enough fellow," you say. "The other creatures that I've met were decent sorts, so I figured you would be, too. Now, I'm guessing you're supposed to fuck me, and then the sorcerer will do something for you, right?"

"Um...yeah," Neraem says, and he mutters something that you can't understand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"I asked the sorcerer to change me into something not so ugly," the leviathan says, looking down at the water, clearly embarrassed.

"Do you think that you're ugly?" you ask.

He shoots you a scathing look. "Everyone thinks that I'm ugly."