[ Keita isn't expecting to be tugged by his waist back into the water with Wriothesley, but he isn't unhappy with the turn of events either, and he goes easily to settle either in Wriothesley's lap or at his side against the stone wall of the pool. It's probably for the best—they'll both need to clean up a bit, and the pool water seems well-filtered. ]

Really? [ Is it weird to do that? But Keita is genuinely thankful. ] Well, I'm happy to be the first, then. You are very good in... bed, so to speak.

[ Or grotto. Whatever. The mention of his shamelessness makes the back of Keita's neck heat up, and he halfheartedly splashes some water at Wriothesley's chest. ]

I can't be held responsible for what I said or did ten minutes ago. That was another man entirely.