"I am sure you are aware of the dangers of breaking a promise in the presence of magic, so I will take your word." Nerium is not a prude, by any means, nor tied to society's conceptions of social standards. But she has never seen a grown man fully disrobed, at least not who was otherwise a diety or demon which is quite a different situation, and her eyes cannot help but flicker from his display.

His scales, on the otherhand, are magnificent to behold and she makes no attempt to hide her gaze at his transformation. Siren magic has great power in itself, and his is well-practiced and refined.

"You are adept at making deals, are you not?" Her lips curl to something of a smile as he swims nearer. She thinks her mother, the great seductress she was, might have liked this man. She wonders if they'd known each other.

The nymphs follow behind him, trailing in a train on the surface of the water until the youngest swim forward to poke and prod with curiosity at his scales.

"He is a Siren. I have given him safe passage, so let him be." The nymphs' appear something close to crestfallen and so she offers them assurances. "But you may stay and watch him. The scales are more impressive from afar, I dare say."

She turns back to Robert, angling the canoe toward him and nodding an invitation to board.

"Your gift is welcome. But if I am to grant your favor, the terms will be my own."