[ The sirens appear like a cross between a harpy and a mermaid, though he's not entirely sure the latter is real. They also look as though they stink far less than the harpies he's met, nesting near the beach in their piles of half eaten viscera... ]

Hm? [ He raises an eyebrow at the question, and her: ] How should I know? Does it look like it's done anything like that for me?

[ He motions at the empty space at her side where his reflection ought to be, then realizes he still hasn't explained himself on that matter and sidesteps again. ]

The little placard at the front mentioned nothing of enchantments - so I suppose that was a lie. Do you fancy yourself a great slayer of monsters? Perhaps it shows you how you wish to be seen...

[ Which only makes him wonder what he would see, if it bothered to work for him. He frowns to himself. ]