Another eyeroll, this one elaborate and as overexaggerated as David could make it. "I'm sorry if I'm not up to standard," he laughed. "I was sort of occupied with other things at the time."
He wished he had something that could relax him the way the water seemed to do with Arla - she looked like a completely different person at the moment. Partially, of course, it was to do with the way her skin worked with the water, just a bit differently than normal, and the incredible grace she had here as opposed to on land. But he could also just see the tension draining from her ... just a little bit jealous.
"Anyway." David grinned. "It's my job to look like crap; you're the sea siren, I'm the poor busted up mortal. I make you look good by contrast."