Lake Rodney put on a pretty little number, i'm wearing you still

you're such a jerk! 

pleased with her easily aroused reaction, terance's smirk shifted into a pearly white grin. he kept on paddling, keeping up even as she began to swim-stalk away from him-- nose up and all. "that's probably why they don't like me," he replied-- had these fairies been the real deal it would've been a sound argument. using his own nose, he splash-splashed a little more water her way, though he didn't blame that one on the fairies.

it was all in good-natured fun-- she was so easy to mess with! they were almost to the island, then he'd back off a little. all this paddlin' was making him tired-- and the island seemed like a good nap place... maybe ivy would go her separate way and leave him with some peace and quiet. "we're almost there," he pointed out, smirking again, "the fairies can't get you there."