The speedo? Gellert had not the faintest idea what Oliver was talking about -- and the longer Oliver spoke, the higher his brows lifted. Half of the words he did not understand, but those that he did were enough to summon very clear images to his head. Images that Gellert was rather certain Oliver would want to immediately retract had he known about them, or known of the feelings Gellert had been experiencing ever since his first piece of luggage had opened itself.
"Very well," he managed to say. It still seemed strange, but if Oliver did not care, then who was Gellert to demand otherwise? He wondered if Oliver expected him to be wearing a similar costume.
Gellert stripped off the remainder of his clothes and followed Oliver into the water, ducking under to let the brief cold shock crash over him, a welcome contrast to the hot tropical sun. Surfacing, Gellert shook his hair out of his face and caught Oliver's gaze once more. "Just to be certain, you do know the basics of swimming, yes?"