"Aye, 'at meks sense, 'avin' te sight an'all. Yer mam main be somthin' special tae hae these kinds ah connections. Ahm a Merrow, a sea-fae, an if'n ye saw onie ah mey sisters ye'd think they'd be murmaids. Mind ye never do tho' 'specially mah eldest, they'd bein' fantastic sool catchers." His smile was all teeth, sharp jagged teeth. But it was still a kindly smile rather than one meant for frightening. His tea was gone, and his stomach had finally settled to the glassy smooth of the sea on the night before a storm, without the impeding danger of the storm ahead.
"Och, lassie, wood ye caur te dance wit'a sea-folk? Tae moosic is loch a siren's caa' an' a kinnea deny it." again a smile of all teeth, but with a playful wink from behind the mask.