"Wwell, it's not like I'd let you fuckin drowwn if you asked me to savve you," Eridan grumbles, mostly (hopefully) inaudible, scuffing his soaked shoe against the newly reappeared shoreline. Yep, the water recedes back to it's normal level, even if it looks like Fef is swimming farther than ever. It takes Eridan a moment to realize she asked the second question.

"That's not wwhat I meant!" he snaps, face flushing with embarrassment. "It came out wwrong. Of course a seadwweller doesn't hate the sea. And if I did wwhat wwould I be fuckin telling you for??"