Conor chuckled, muttering something about silly, pretty men, but he pulled himself upright, feeling momentarily lightheaded. The drop was far enough that he might be able to do a somersault in the air, but there was a reason he worked sculpting ice and not as an acrobat.
He shrugged mentally and pushed himself over the side. He tucked his legs up and managed one turn before his descent was abruptly halted by Cass' arms. "My hero."