He lowers his hands again, so they hang between his knees even in the buoyancy of the water. He remains hunched in on himself. "It'd be okay if it was just because I'm pretty," he says with a bitter laugh. "It's my-- best feature, isn't it?" Sure sounds like he substituted an innocuous phrase for a more unpleasant one right there, doesn't it?

Apparently, he's just full of Valdana-isms right now.

He rubs one wet hand over his face and looks away. "Sorry," he mutters. "Shouldn't be talking like this. You're just trying to help."