He jumps a bit at the last comment, his blush darkening, he's been compromised, Darn how did you... no he shouldn't of been thinking such things. But he can imagine you leaning against a rock in the middle of the ocean, the slight waves of the calm sea gently swaying your submerged tail that's a beautiful blue, And you look up at him with your bright eyes a curious look. He's never seen the appeal of mermaids before, but if it was you? His skull glows more.

“As our local dog expert, sir. I hate to differ. I think you might even be closer to a shepard pup than a pom pom.”

“I’ll take shepard over--”

My ship is surely decaying and the crew languishing about. Release me. I command you.