"It's not just mermaids," Barclay corrected her, because he couldn't help himself. He was looking at her lips, not her eyes. "I mean, there's not just those, there's also the lorelei, kelpies, selkies, sirens..." Nymphs. "Alluring women who lure hapless men into the water. Maybe it's a metaphor. Water is beautiful, yet deadly. Even Narcissus fell for it."
Barclay blinked, snapping out of his own thoughts. "I mean, you're obviously not a metaphor. You're real. You have... You are... That thing you're doing, it's the thing they'd be doing. Earning my trust. Trying to reel me in. A smart guy would run away right now."