Stavanger Bay And heard the sweetest sound,

Suit yourself. He replied plainly, brow furrowed as he watched her speak. With a small shrug, he went forth, sucking in a breath as he entered the frigid sea. Today, the waters were thankfully not turbulent and gave him less trouble than expected as he began to paddle farther out. 

Once he reached his estimated dive point, he slipped below the waves. He was under for what seemed like a small eternity. Finally, he broke the surface with a splash, the tail of a slippery fish clasped in his jaws. It was not the most convenient restraint, the fish used every ounce of energy it had to cause grievance, repeatedly smacking him and thrashing in the water as they floated. Instead of letting go, the stubborn man only became more vexed and bit down harder. He put up with his quarry's efforts to escape as he swam the distance back to shore. Water streamed from his fur as he set foot on solid terrain, the wriggling fish continuing to thrash while being suspended by the tail. Passing the woman, he strode farther inland before dropping the crazed creature, which flopped with ebbing vigor upon the sandy beach. Without haste, he gave his drenched pelt a shake, then calmly snatched up the fish once again. This time he got a much better grip, crushing it harshly in his jaws. Once it went limp, he trotted over and added it to the pile. 

He looked over to her, delivering a dry jest. Entertained?