Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

A boulder! He laughed. Okay, okay I see how it is, he nodded, gazing upon her with faux incredulousness; a raised, though tensed brow and an open jaw. A 'first date', she called... this, and to this, he just chuckled, shaking his head. He was not the type to move so quickly—thankful that it was a simple tease. Though, still, he wasn't entirely against the concept.
Grove sounded nice, but, again, she mentioned the lake. He thought to his reflection. A face he had yet to see since he arrived here. Wondered if, even in this body, he still wore a scar 'pon his face. Chuckled at her empty threat. Wouldn't dare, princess, he smirked. Seems you like that lake though, huh? Yer second mention of it, and maybe she could show him that, too.
Just know, princess, he continued. I reckon I could take ya, and Barrett looked at her, again. A sidewards glance. A little cheekier, this time. Playful. Not a move, per se, but rather, a test at their compatability—for nothing more than friendship, of course. Instructing himself to go slowly.