She stops singing. There is no need now...watching you come closer. She is, of course, starving. She hasn't eaten in days...perhaps even weeks. Patience keeps her from lunging forward, breaking the spell, and perhaps giving you a chance to escape. No, she is like the lion...waiting for opportunity. Waiting, watching, luring you forward. Her spell is complete. Her claws sharp and ready. She is the Siren...and you...you are the main course.