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She simply yanked him up again, impatience overtaking the slight amusement of him making another fool of himself. “Look, I…I’ve heard tell of something like that.” Oliver sputtered out, his face red, not just from almost drowning himself, but from the flustered thought overtaking his earlier fear. “A…a mermaid’s kiss? Correct? I’d heard sailors talk of such a thing. To grant the ability to breathe water and survive in the depths. It sounded like something ridiculous that sort would come up with, but I assume that’s what you’re proposing.” She had sunk herself deep since he’d started talking, just keeping her head above the waves. Her frown curved up slightly. “A kiss…that’s what you call it?” “Oh! I suppose such a custom might mean something different to you than to us… but, ah.. You see, I am…um. Well, it would not be gentlemanly of me to allow you to despoil yourself over such an affair. Maybe.. I can help some other way?” “Despoil? What are you blabbering about? Let us just get this over with so we might start our mission.” the merfolk’s frown had returned once more, twisted again in confusion at his meaning.