Crosses his arms. Taps his foot.

Throws up his hands.

"Fine! Not even a great job, pal, thanks for playing the bait so well?! I'm not saying I need a medal but a little praise would be nice!"

Being loud is also practical, for what they are doing! He stomps off in the direction the Devourer came skittering from, still complaining, which he is doing super great at. Maybe there's a... nest or something.