She worked against his hands -- straining upwards to catch his mouth and willingly setting out for obliteration when one concern (stronger than the others) snagged her attention and she leaned back down in the water. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"We should...hmm, migrate?" There had been strange little doors carved into the hillside. Like some sort of underground motel. "As much as I like the equation of you plus me plus seawater, it does kinda occur to me that there's a whole...shindig going on."