George played along, making the appropriately disgusted face when he found himself covered in tiny droplets of lake water. The smirk said that he wasn't really angry, but if he hadn't faked a wince, he wouldn't have been doing the thing properly. "Is that a sign that you want to go swimming?"
Some people would have worried about being seen talking to their 'dog.' Not George. If he'd cared what the locals thought of him, he'd have been more careful in the coffee shop or at the beer barn. He'd have gone out of his way to make friends like ~Oliver~, Silas's favorite.
Okay. There he was, getting bitter again. Maybe he should go swimming. "If I race you in the water, I might actually have a chance at winning. The resistance will take some of the edge off of your advantage." Or so he could tell himself. George set down the fishing pole.