Snippet #1749916

((I'll reply with AK's post when Vitamin posts as well because I do not have much to go on.))
"Ah, a siren I presume." He murmered. He had heard the stories of their long past, but he had never personally met one. Her voice erupted, echoing off the walls and he was mesmirized by the tune. Not because he wanted to do anything she pleased, but was taken aback by how perfect her melodious voice was. He could see why males would be drawn to her besides her obvious looks.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt it, I think I could tune you out...maybe." Which was a complete lie, now all he could think about was wanting to hear her sing. It would bring him joy to hear that voice again.
"Our colors?" He tilted his head, then noticed her eyes and his brows raised skeptically. How was that possible? Guess there is more to her than expected.
He watched her change positions and snickered when she denied his nickname. "Any ideas then? Scales, flipper?" He chuckled again then laughed alloud at her own clever nickname.
"Hey, I used to be obsessed with that game, so if you wanna' compare me to that badass purple dragon, go right ahead. Except I don't breathe fire. I make acid. And I have telekinesis." He watched her bathe herself in the delicious smelling oil and he wished to help her cover herself, but knew it was not polite to ask.
"I don't really have anything else planned. Going to the recreation room, I guess. What about you, love?"