[Giving Shepard a properly baleful look, he considers his options for a moment.
Then he rises from the water like something out of a shampoo commercial, body angled just right so that the sun catches the lustrous shine of his carapace as water cascades down his chest and waist and hips in heavy rivulets. He arches his back, running his hand over his fringe and even his put-upon sigh has a breathy little note to it.
He tilts his heads and catches Shepard with a smouldering look.]
Do I really have to?
[He's getting shoved into the water again, isn't he?]
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Then he rises from the water like something out of a shampoo commercial, body angled just right so that the sun catches the lustrous shine of his carapace as water cascades down his chest and waist and hips in heavy rivulets. He arches his back, running his hand over his fringe and even his put-upon sigh has a breathy little note to it.
He tilts his heads and catches Shepard with a smouldering look.]
Do I really have to?
[He's getting shoved into the water again, isn't he?]