He thinks to offer her a seat as a knight should do with a lady and even rises, but somehow he suspects that this woman will do as she pleases. So, rather than remain seated in her presence, he stays at her level.

At least here he could better admire the color of her hair as the sun's light brushed against it, like a lover's fingers through her curls.

"They become hostile if you get too close." They seemed pleasant now, but he had seen them attack other fishermen quite easily, dragging them down into the water with only a few air pockets remaining behind. "It's possible to approach one, I think, but I have never seen it done. They might view you as a threat."