David laughed, and then coughed, and then winced, as water splashed at his face made its way into his lungs. Clearly, the Mermaid was a formidable opponent indeed. He would have glared, if he hadn't been trying to convince one of his lungs to stay where it was supposed to be.
She had surfaced by the time the coughing fit stopped, which was also long enough for David to decide that it was more amusing than annoying, even if his ribs were on fire. She seemed to do that to him, he'd noticed. Possibly because she was standoffish enough for the both of them, although less than she'd used to be ... David blinked. Yes, analysis was lovely, and all, but at the moment, swimming and company? Better, as long as his attention span would cooperate.
"Lovely," he answered lightly. "Although if we could try it without killing me next time, that would be nice."