The shady gondoliera smirked, the water of the attraction ‘Swamp of Love’ making relaxing noises as her oar dived in it. Willow spoke calmly, a devilish undertone in it.

— My powers speak to me, you’re desperate for love, darlin’…

She grinned, but the ‘powers’ part was clearly fake. The fish-lady had no such thing, just to add to the atmosphere.