He's quiet while they walk, while she seems to think his words over and he, in turn, thinks over her words. How she's never felt trapped quite like that. He hadn't considered it before, but it was true to a degree, wasn't it? Part of her fear of going home lay in losing who she'd become. Who she'd found with the freedom to simply be here. She had more freedom as a dominant, sure, but beyond that she was clever and resourceful and could make it work for her in a way Chris isn't even sure he could manage if their designations were switched.

He pushed against everything around him, where she flowed to fit the crevices and wear them like a crown. If she'd been the one to turn into a siren, she would have made that work for her from the start as well, he was sure.

"No, I can talk as normal, just...comes with an odd sort of echo to it, like my voice has more sound to offer and no where to put it. Although, if you mean 'can I speak in my head to other people' then no, that's just through the songs and I don't have much control over it. It's like...an impression of thoughts through the songs, as opposed to actual words." He shakes his head. "I'm likely not doing it justice, but it's a little like trying to explain walking to someone who's never done it before, it's just something I learned I could do."

If he ever meets a siren expert here, he'd definitely be picking their brains about it.