The most eligible merman in the pod, that's what he's known as. He's strong, he's fast, he's a good hunter, he's good with merkids, he's got everything a merfolk would desire in a mate.

Yet, his eyes have already chosen a mate. The loner merfolk who seems completely uninterested in him.

"Won't you accept this gift? It's only a few fish, not a mate ceremony." He tries to push the wrapped fish in your hands. "C'mon, please?"

Accepting this gift may as well be accepting him. And he knows that.