She patted Nistevo on the nose, whispering something in Greek.  The hippocampus snorted, diving beneath the waves and swimming away.<br/><br/>"My name is Iaera," the nymph added softly, drawing closer to Dave until he could scarcely move forward without touching her.  Her presence was intoxicating; a lesser man probably would never have made it off the pier that morning in the first place.  "How shall I...help you pass the time, mighty son of Heracles?"