Sure picked a lousy hiding spot then. I've seen what harpies leave on folks roofs and trust me, I wouldn't want to be sittin' in it. Even if it is watered down.

[ Now that he's assured the guy isn't trying to drown himself, at least with any dark intent going by the gills on his neck, the faerie can begin to take in his full appearance. Stan hasn't met any mermaids but from what he remembers in books they were renowned for their beauty and enchanting voices. It's almost laughable how vast the real deal differs. Though, there's something oddly familiar about him... ]

You in some sort of trouble?