Laying there, his weight upon her causing her much distress, another memory drifts in from the fog of her mind.  It is a melody.  It soothes her and she thinks perhaps it will soothe the man as well.  In a voice of pure, sweet tones she begins to sing.  It is an ancient song, the song of the sirens, the song that drew men to sail their ships upon the rocks and to meet their deaths gladly.