Luke rolled his eyes. Of course. Of course Mao would do this. It still annoyed him, but because he'd been expecting the response, it didn't annoy him quite as much as it normally would. Instead of making a cutting remark, Luke took a leaf from Mao's book and deflected. "I'm smoking hot. Dangerously so. Obviously. It's a miracle I'm not an underwear model or something, that's how hot I am." Luke, ironically, didn't actually think this was the case. Sure, he was crazy attractive, but not quite attractive enough to be an underwear model.
"And yeah, I was. But just 'cause I was on the swim team doesn't necessarily mean that I feel like swimming." Luke allowed the water to splash on him; he didn't mind getting wet, really - he just didn't want to have to go into that water. He frowned as he lost a few of his sand grains, though. Dammit. This was harder than he thought it would be.