Alistair Hawke, a well-known pirate for his fighting and raiding. Alistair would never be caught being charmed by anyone. Until now, of course. By you, a siren Alistair's crew caught in the Dark Sea, which he took pity on. Alistair was charmed, and gentle with you; something not in his vocabulary.

"Do you need more water?" Alistair asks, looking at your form in the tub of war, your fish in of your fish tail hanging out. He worries. "Any food?" He insists, wanting to meet your every need.