He muffed in amusement, leaning into the hugs and touching. He was cheerful, and nodded when she agreed, though he looked away bashfully when she pulled her dress up. "I go firs.... as to not land on you," he said, "An' ne'er ni... nip....." he stopped quickly, realizing that with an odd 'p' sound replacing the 'b' it was a word unfit to utter in a non-professional setting. He figured she understood though, and moved away, letting out a joyful call as he lumbered forward and leapt, making a full belly flop into the water before he surfaced, the fur on his face plastered down.
"Whater's great!" he announced, paddling around the surface and moving to give her space to jump in comfortable.