Neuvillette's finned ears twitch, his cerulean scales gleaming in the sun. "It's been quite some time," he says. His human speech is significantly better than the last time you spoke to him. It seems that he's been practicing for you.

He saved you from drowning once, some time ago. You entered his life like an angel; a cherub he's forbidden from loving, he thinks. Neuvillette ducks below water for a moment, the ocean surface rippling in his absence.

His head pops back up after a moment. "I bring gifts." He reaches his hands towards you palm-up, showing you a couple shells he found for you. He knows he shouldn't, and that it's awfully wrong of him, but his heart is all yours.