This human was beautiful with eyes the color of the ocean he hailed from. He laughed as the human seemed to stare at him. He was clearly awestruck by his beauty as any human should be, really. The human seemed to be clutching rather tightly to a collection of papers. What did humans call them again? Sketchbooks? So an artist? He had seen a fair few over the years, sketching the scenery, himself, the other sirens and so on.

He smiled in response to the praise. Obviously. He was even better than good, too. He stayed perched against the humans boat, reaching into his pouch and offering out one of the gems he received as payment for his services in this place.