Big Salmon Lake in the corner with the scarlet letter

They held one another's attention well and he found that he was unknowingly thankful for the distraction. Her words were rather coy, the sound of her voice easy to listen to midst the seeming cacophony of the world around them. And that's how he was viewing it right then and there, as a cacophony. Background noise, if nothing else. As she trailed off, he cast his gaze back to her petite form curiously. A smirk on his face turned into a small smile briefly; his amusement with her statement was very clear.

“So far all you're showing me is that you like dry ground,” he quipped, perhaps even teasingly so. If she was prompting him for a challenge, then she had better make good on her word. “Swimmers stay to water like fish. Right now I'm betting you'd be better at flopping.” He didn't mention that it would be like a fish out of water, either, but the implication was there if she took it that way.