Anton waved a hand dismissively. "Perhaps I was imagining things," he said. "It's quite possible, given how out of touch I've been feeling. I'm glad to hear you won, however, despite your bumps. I hope they're all better?" He took the moment to measure her with his eyes, a slightly worried look darkening his features. When he didn't see anything too terrible, the expression vanished as quickly as it had come. He hadn't been lying to Helena when he'd said he wasn't the Anton who'd killed her. Bitter, yes. Violent? Most definitely not. And he could easily see himself sloughing off the bitterness here, spending time with people like Undisclosed. Granted, she didn't know him well - there was every possibility that she might walk away and never look back if she knew his future. But there was also every possibility that, if she never found out, things would turn out very differently for him.
Once again he got the impression that people from the future were much more accepting of eccentrics, to the point that they were almost welcomed in society, whether as a spectacle or as a puzzle to be solved. Anton thought he leaned toward the puzzle end of the spectrum. He also thought he might like someone to put his pieces back together.
Leaning back on his palms, Anton tilted his face up to the darkening sky and closed his eyes, a smile playing over his lips.
"In all honesty, I've not been swimming in a very long time. Not since I left Hogwarts Castle, actually. There's no one reason, now that I think back, but I suppose I've no excuse now, have I?"