On pure instinct, he reached out for Dash in concern and also because of being drawn to him. A much stronger need than usual but the pleasure made it difficult to concentrate long on any singular thought. He might shake apart before anything really settled but at least the concern overrode many other things. Electric shows pulsed through him as their skin came into contact and he gasped again. Could this be some of what others experienced when he sang to them?

He had been told the intensity of the experience of it. Ships were wrecked and lives were lost in the last because of it.

Breathing out nice and slow, he tried to brush some wet hair from Dash's forehead. "Do you - is this too much?" he asked, trembling from the overload of the pleasure. Even with the intensity, he wanted more of it all. Sirens were sexual beings, though.

"We can - get out of the water if you want ....a siren thing there."