And it was a good thing that she did. For this was not the same friendly, laughing, hedonistic mermaids of Neverland that Peter was used to. No, this was a much more sinister sort, whose carnivorous cravings favored human men above all else. He was falling right into her trap, being lured in by her music, just as she captured all of her other prey. The young man had hardly a thought for the fairy. He simply couldn't. His mind was being captured by the mermaid's magic.
As Pan approached her, he smiled softly, moving slowly, as if he did not want to scare her away. Then, he laid by the bank of the lake-side and pulled his flute from his waist-belt, playing a tune to her singing.