[Sadly for Hentree, the scales are difficult to get through, and even if he does then poison doesn't really work on homunculi. But it still hurts, like a bee sting, and Envy bares his teeth warningly.]

Not the cops, they'd probably just think he was some new Pokemon and we'd get in trouble.

Let's take him back to the house, we can stick him in the basement or kitchen or something and call around.

[He straightens up like a cobra, picking the angry monster up as he rises and holding onto him with both clawed hands. Not too tightly; he still doesn't want to badly injure him.]

[But maybe a little tighter than he'd strictly have to. He's still mad.]

You can hitch a ride if you want, it'd be faster.