Right. Uban knew how to be polite, he could say hello without embarrassing himself too much. Even if he was punch drunk. He smiled and nodded as the man poured the vinegar into the sea, his toes already stinging with cold. This, however, was immediately forgotten the moment he saw the play of moonlight on the waters surface change, and his heart leapt with anticipation. The mermaids emerged, their hair silky and smooth looking as it reflected the heavenly lights above, casting an ethereal sheen on them. The only thing he was thinking was that Rohaan had not done them justice. What he had turned into described a mermaid but it did a poor job of really showing one. He couldn’t get over the smooth shimmer they had!

He had to keep calm. This was his first impression and he wanted it to be a good one, so he should just play it safe, open his mouth to say hello and—
“Titties!” He gasped without meaning to, and he immediately clapped his hands over his mouth. He wanted to apologize but he didn’t trust his mouth. But that too was quickly forgotten as his hands left his mouth to begin peeling off his shirt like it irritated him. 

“Hello ladies! Lovely evening we’ve got indeed! But not as lovely as you three eh?” Some of his usual charm was showing through the drunken haze even as he tossed his shirt into the water; it hit the surface with a soft slopping sound. “I must say it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, really.” His hands were scrabbling at his belt, which he eventually undid and flung over his shoulder onto the shore, then his hands worked at the lacing on the front of his pants. Thankfully for his pride, the rope around his waist impeded his progress and he gave up on it, deciding he would just get his pants wet and that would be fine. He’d just go out and get a bit closer, maybe smooth one of their hair and tickle their soft necks with his lips. He took a step forward but made no progress.

Normally, Uban might have looked down to see why this was the case, and why there was a pressure around his waist. But he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to, either. His hands fumbled and found the rope again, and he realized that he was as far at the end of it as Pieter would allow. “Pieter, I can swim great, lemme go…I won’t be gone long. C’mooonnn….” But when this proved to be futile he turned his full thought back towards the mermaids. They were hardly doing anything and that alone was driving him mad with desire. “Is one of you Tevira? Because damn, you’re gorgeous. Really and truly. You’ve got to be.” When his eyes were closed he had the look of a sleepy, happy, sunbathing cat. When they were open, however, he looked distinctly like a trained hound who’d just spotted a fox.