Context: A conversation between two goblin sisters of Hatch Khelekeres— Loxósseliss “Fiddle” and Dida–about the half-selkie boy (elephant seal, from the Pinkbladder family) whom Dida wants to marry.
These goblin girls both have spider-like attributes. Dida shares a few things in common with the spitting spider. Lox (or “Fiddle”) is very much like a brown recluse. She likes computer games, staying in, and accidentally biting people who startle her.
“Wait,” I said, and Dida stopped rhapsodizing for a second. “Does your boy have immunity to . . . you know?” I gestured to her wet mouth.
Dida’s semi-translucent hair-legs writhed in ecstasy across her entire scalp. She smoothed the silken tatters of her mini-dress, then immediately rumpled them again as she began hopping up and down and hugging herself
“He’s fine.”
Her smirk indicated something more like “and by fine I mean HIS ASS” or perhaps “to people who are immune to its toxicity, this saliva is a feature not a bug.”
She went on to explain, “Gentry-babes from the Fathom Realms are particularly robust.”
“I see. More so than ungulates?”
The smirk deepened. “Brine is an excellent lubricant.”
I shuddered. “Saltwater? In all those crevices?”
She laughed. “Friction!”
“Chafing.”
“Excitement!”
“Rash. Rash on all your carapaces.”
“He’s worth it. I promise. Those thighs! That nose bladder! So. Will you go with me?”
And then she said the P word again. And again. And again.
“Please? Please, Fiddle? Pretty please? With sugar on top of dwayberry tarts and fruit flies and earwigs—please?”
C.S.E. Cooney 
Dwayberries are the flavor of the day!
Those thighs! That nose bladder! –love it!