Turning just in time to see Angelina's athletic form dive into the waves, Anton discovered that he was smiling once again, though mostly to himself. She was a fantastic woman, that was for certain. Whether she would remain his ally when she learned the truth was another story. He both wanted and didn't want her to know. He wanted her to, to learn whether she would look past his thorns and see his potential. He didn't want her to, for fear of losing even the seeds of friendship sown between them. It was a disheartening thought, but he brushed it aside. Now was not the time for depressing things. Now was a time for enjoying himself and the company of Undisclosed.
He walked backward until the water was waist-high and then sank back until he was floating. Only remaining like that for a moment, Anton then dunked himself, paddled underwater, and stood again. Rivers turned gold in the setting sun ran from his hair and his upper body and he shook some of the excess free with his hands. When he replied, he was grinning.
"Very much. But then, I've never been in such warm water in all my life outside a bath house." He'd been to warm-water climes once or twice in travels with his father, but usually their business in those places kept them from enjoying the environment. Anton swam closer to Angelina. "I must admit...it still feels a dream in moments like this."