That just earns him a glare, one delicate eyebrow arced in an entirely unimpressed manner and body braced back on her elbows.

"I'm not feeling particularly together at the moment, darling," she is, in fact, rather on her lonesome. Dripping. In the water. "You could, of course, join me."

Voluntarily or not is the real decision here.

Dryly, "The water's lovely."