With a shake of his head, Cristiano agreed with her. "No, it has not. I know very few things as certain," he said. Another swish to keep his place, drifting with the soothing, clear waters.
"Yes. Principessa di Miromara, Seraphina. It is...ah...Italian? Do you know this language?" He asked this as he fixed at a seasilk vest, putting the knife into a sheath of shark skin on his hip. His hands then waft along the top of the water and he float there, revealing the full extent of his tail as well as the place where his human half became fish.