[Eridan visibly reels back as he sees... what he assumes is a human, but most certaintly the lowest end of whatever spectrum humans have for themselves.

Now, to be fair, it's not like Eridan is a master of human knowledge, nor does he care enough to learn all the different types. So he feels it's just as fair to lump this guy with the being nothing more than the human equivalent of troll society's degenrate rust bloods, and other equally biologically unappealing people.

His eyes linger on his hair for a moment, before he takes in the nickname he was just bequeathed. Stripe....]

Euugh... You'd think you would know how to present yourself before askin' your better for adwice, but I suppose you humans are always lackin' in means of decorum.

[There we go, throw some insults to calm that rise of bile in his throat, even if no one would blame him for his resolve breaking in the face of this monstrosity.]

Also, who the fuck are you to ask me? I ain't sharin' no secrets, especially not when I am making a request here and you ain't got the basic decency to pony up your own deets.