The whistle faded away. "It's the whistle of a siren. Literally sirens. Except they're not mermaids out at sea luring sailors to their deaths. Not anymore," he said, though he was sure once upon a time they had been just like that.

"Now they're just like me. Staying in the public eye, blending in with humans, and doing what we need. It can hurt, and heal, and it can kill," he admitted. "I asked for it though to help and protect since I'm used to using my hands to hurt others. At least when I use the mesmer," he added, since he often used his hands for a lot to bring pleasure to those he cared about.