He smirked and gave her the benefit of a slightly exaggerated wince as her punch glanced against his shoulder. He left one of his own palms against her rib and let the other come back to cradle the back of his head, scrunching his face in thought in response to her statement. "Well, normally, yea. But it's a lot harder for me to see you when the ground is soggy. The vibrations get all messed up." It was part of the reason why you'd never catch him swimming. When solid land was removed from the equation, he experienced true blindness, and he wasn't really a fan.
He seemed on the verge of actually relaxing there with her atop of him. He couldn't really complain about how his night was going thus far. A mud fight had been certainly unexpected, but he'd never object to some having a pretty girl in his lap. It was actually pretty nice.
Which was precisely the thought that was crossing his mind when her retaliation struck him squarely in the face.
Sure, she missed his nostrils, but even given his close relationship with the element he did not particularly enjoy the taste of dirt in his mouth. He proceeded to spit it out immediately, the spray catching her while the hand behind his head moving to scrape the thick goo from his eyes and forehead.
"...You know you started this, right?" he asked, amusement in his voice as he turned his head to spit more soil from his teeth. "I just want the records to show that this is entirely your fault."
And with that he sent another wave of mud to rise from the ground, looming up directly beside her like a small, swirling pillar before it arched and crashed itself directly over her head, slithering down her hair and forehead like melted chocolate.