Ah. So she's scared of him, too, is she? That's almost nostalgic, at least enough to make him smile. He stops - a good distance from her, at the edge of the pool, the remnants of memories of playing children dispersing in his wake.

Looks at her, after a moment, over his shoulder, still with a cold smile on his face.

"Are you just going to sit there?" His voice is soft and quiet as ever, but in here, it carries easily.