"I think I do too," he says with a soft chuckle. "I've never heard anyone talk like you do before. It's really nice, though, even if it takes me a second sometimes to work out what you're saying. I keep thinking it sounds like poetry."

But awfully alien poetry. It's a big part of what keeps reminding him that she's not a fishman because otherwise she really does look so much like one. Except for the whole no clothes thing, but hey, different culture. He's not sure he'll ever fully get used to that.