it keeps getting stronger

She continued to ask questions, although Pantaleimon did not feel much like answering them. Why would she? Yet something deep inside of Pan made her want to oblige; not the discipline of the Sirens, not the obeying of females, for this one did not stand above Pan... It was something deeper; Pantaleimon wished to oblige because there was something deep inside of her that just wanted to please others, that wanted to be liked, and, perhaps, a part that was too cowardice to say no.

"Uhm, none," Pantaleimon mumbled, much to her own pain and disgrace. Pantaleimon would stand beside them, proud and tall, had she been born a Siren, a female... But she had not, and so she deserved nothing. "I'm only a c-consort." Pan looked away then, the pain vivid on her face -- for Pantaleimon wore her emotions on her sleeve, unable to hide them.