Big Salmon Lake in the corner with the scarlet letter

As she spoke, he gave their surroundings a once over, only chuckling. It was only when she had begun to join him in the shallows that Mordecai allowed his glided gaze to rest back on her with interest. Her lithe figure snaked through the water more streamline than his lazy meandering, and he felt the smile growing on his face as she came near to his side. He had no fears of drowning in the waters, though he couldn't have said that he did much in the way of swimming. He certainly didn't fear drowning when he wasn't alone.

“Now what kind of a gentleman would I be to have a head start?” he asked, his very smile turning more into a mischievous one. “Besides, I wouldn't want to get too far away in case you went belly up on me.” Not that she seemed the type in need of a white knight anyway; Mordecai was perhaps several pegs beneath that status. Curling his toes slightly in the muddy bed beneath them, he waited curiously on her reponse.