Jaime took a couple more steps forward, trying to rationalize exactly what was going on here. He'd faced down enemies ten times bigger and badder than a wild animal, but the part of his brain that still operated on instinct was telling him very insistently that wild animals with mouths as big as these ones were seriously bad news.

"Hi there," he said, raising his hands in front of him and slowly approaching the bed. "Just gonna walk over here. Good crocodile. Nice crocodile. Let's get you out of here and into a nice... swamp? Do crocodiles live in swamps?"

He exhaled shortly, then muttered with apparent exasperation, "Why am I talking to a crocodile?"

He already got accused of being crazy and talking to himself often enough as it was. Jaime glanced around the room, and upon not seeing any handy animal wrangling tools nearby, made the silent decision to clamp its mouth shut with his suit and fly the creature back into the wild where it belonged. He just had to get a little bit closer without it freaking out first.