Mystic looks at her and waited for the answer. He felt like she was studying him. Though in a different way than the fishermen had done. He didn't feel panic. Which confused to him to no end but he was busy making sure her body language held no indication(s) of intent to harm. He focused in on her words. Studying her as she spoke to him. Those last words were ones he was hesitant to believe. Yet he would take her for her word for now. He blinked as her question. How did he answer that without being in bigger danger. She wasn't trying to hurt him so he would take the risk. "Mer...." he says softly. "Child of the Seven Seas." He hoped she wouldn't think him crazy. "I am a male siren...I got caught in nets...they wouldn't let me go..." he says. Looking at her. "Please don't hurt me." he says.