The man exuded confidence, staring over at him with a grin, even offering the dangerous siren a hand. Hunter managed to convince himself this was a near-death experience, so it was perfectly normal for him to feel so deeply enamored with the way the man spoke.
Charisma, Hunter wondered, staring far too long at the hand, then back at the man, his own hands not quite sure what to do, stopping midway on their flight to grab his. He retreated, crossing his arms like some moody teenagers, shaking his head.
“You can't touch me,” despite having been saved moments prior, “it would kill you... you're probably dead already! Dead! You probably already have it. I'm not sorry, I did warn you. I'm not sorry.” He babbled, twisting his brows as he used a tone far too inappropriate in the face of the man's kindness.
He was sorry.
Hunter felt convinced the man was marked now, his great siren powers already latched on, fearfully waiting for the man to walk into the sea and drown himself.
Hunter was dangerous.
Hunter is not using any form of magic in this post--just delusional.