Greatwater Lake Swimming shouldn't be that hard, right?

When he tiptoes closer and rolls out his question — one that’s seemingly teasing and harmless — he gets a very true answer. Looking straight at the ground, her voice rings out between them and the ultimate culprit? Her upbringing. A coddled and soft kind of upbringing. One that doesn’t prepare her for the horrors of the real world.

That can be helped. Unless she doesn’t want it.

So, after her outburst, surely she’d be surprised to find his expression completely the same as it was before. Rather he looks at her with muted interest, stalking closer once more.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He purrs out as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. He says it as if he means it. “But would you say others have seen you differently because of it?” He wonders out loud and allows a pregnant pause to sound between them. In the next moment a one sided smirk makes its way to his maw, lazy and malicious, but more in a casual way. 

“Would you say you feel forsaken, little one?” He asks then, still attempting on closing the space between them.