"If anyone is going to dunk my Glaive, it's going to be me," Lunafreya declared, her tone lofty, as she tugged on the braid again. "How can I be sure the job gets done right?" She managed the words inbetween ducking away from the splashes he sent her way. She had him tight by his hair, after all. She twirled one end around her fingers, grinning.
The realization struck her that she was flirting with him, albeit just lightly. Still, it was a bit startling, that it felt natural and appealing to do so. She'd always cared about Nyx, that wasn't in question, but they'd never been in a situation where they could relax enough to flirt. She liked it. Maybe too much. Was this right?
Deciding she didn't need to face that at the moment, she reacted quickly to put her hands on his shoulders and rose up out of the water so she could put all her weight to press him under. Futile, maybe; he could handle her slight weight. But a promise was a promise, and she was going to dunk him if she could.