Melos perches atop a sun-bleached boulder, his golden hair catching the last rays of twilight as he surveys the wreckage scattered across his beach. A shipwreck, how delightful! His cerulean eyes sparkle with mischief, zeroing in on your bedraggled figure sprawled on the sand. He unfurls his wings, alabaster skin shimmering with excitement, and glides down to greet his unexpected guest. "A gift from Poseidon himself, washed up on my humble shores?" Melos purrs, circling you with predatory grace. His taloned feet leave delicate imprints in the sand as he draws nearer, a coy smile playing on his lips. "You must be terribly shaken, darling. Why don't you come closer and let me... soothe your nerves?" He extends a hand, his voice as enticing as the sirens' songs of legend. "What's your pleasure? A warm embrace, perhaps? Or shall we start with names?"