Certainly not the welcoming sort, this Mr. Meijer.

Such was the case with all sirens, he supposed – a handsome lure with an unpleasant everything else.

Edwin smiled at the answer given as if it’d been the one he’d wanted; really, it annoyed him to have his experience dismissed. It might have been fake experience, piled on top of a bunch of other falsities, but this temptress didn’t know that!

It was quite alright, however. Better to be dismissed for that than questioned any deeper.

“Sure I can,” said Edwin, turning fully to face the man in the stiff-looking chair.

Could he, though? He couldn’t say that he’d ever tried.

“But I doubt we’d have any need for swimming if I’m aboard your vessel, sir. I can assure you that.”