[Do you know any mermaid songs, Host?]
'...No.'
[Are you at least able to sing anything in tune?]
'...I don't know, but probably no.'
[Then I'm afraid singing is out. Unless you want to make his condition worse by subjecting him to off-key caterwauling? (｡•́︿•̀｡)]
Neville's jaw clenched. 'What about my pheromones? Wouldn't those help? We have 100% compatibility!'
[They would! But Host, you haven't trained your pheromones properly. Earlier, when you used it, it was to suppress someone, right? You don't know how to use it to comfort someone.]
[Also, if you suddenly released them now, everyone on this ship would know you're not a recessive omega. Your cover would be blown. And more importantly...] Shelly's tone turned serious. [You can't let anyone know that you're a mermaid yet. Do you want everyone to find out like this?]
No, absolutely not.
'Fine,' he thought resignedly. 'What kind of kiss are we talking about here?'
