While Juliet had gone off to fillet, he watched her quietly in contemplation. He was very lovely. She deserved a good meal and place to stay and nice things, he determined. He moved down to do the same to his own fish, having considered eating it as is because he had had much worse and it didn't bother him, but she was worth better. So he wait and then held out a hand to borrow her knife, then did the same to his own fish.
"Spellsongs are magical phrases all mers can cast, some more powerful than others. My brother is stronger than I am, his voice is good and steadfast. Mine is deep and I do not like it," he laughed. "I know basic songs, defensive and offensive. Lava globes...light reflection...tidal waves...stuff like that."