The merman swam up to her at her beckoning finger. He wasn’t stupid, or animalistic, but he knew where he was. He was stuck in the middle of land, no way to slither into the sea without being seen. The poor creature had to appease his new owner, as humiliating as it was, but it was also very pleasurable. He was bringing her a good amount of food, and that was easier to just be hand fed than hunting food. Of course, the experiences he’d had yesterday were quite amazing as well. He’d never felt such enjoyable things, and perhaps if he was good, he would get more. He swam up to her, settling near the edge of the tank, waiting for what she wanted. Hand motions would have to be the best thing to communicate with, as well as incentives like the fish in her hand.