"Real merman! Yeah! I never met one before then, either. We are both skinnydippers." Ivarr's attention shifted to her undergarments. "You know you don't have to be so modest? Not here." He hooked a finger underneath her bra strap and plucked it obnoxiously. "You don't have to worry about me doing anything. My attraction is with horses, mostly." He could appreciate a pretty human, sure, but he enjoyed sexual acts more in his most natural state. Moving his hand from her chest up to her wet hair, he raked his fingers through it. "It's still dirty." It smelled like river water, too. His river water. A scent that could be interpreted as marking something as his. The horses all smelled of it. "They are going to make you get shampoo." Ivarr wrinkled his nose and ran his fingers through his own filthy hair. "Ivarr, go wash your hair, and you stink!" He rolled his eyes and released a rather horse-like huff.
Letting her take the bottle, he lay back in the river, his hair fanning out around his head. "The boss. The big stallion. Big stud. Yup. You've got it. You're a quick learner." It usually wasn't hard for him to establish dominance with any incoming stable employees. Most didn't bring him expensive gifts, though, and none of them had been invited to the river, having not made any kind of impression on him that made him desire to in the first place. "We'll be fine. The treats help!"