by what standard?

karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?

At that, she does nudge him, though the temperature of her thoughts remains blissfully cool and golden despite his sass, or perhaps because of it.

"Mmm, I think if we go back the way we came there's just a different path we take." The queen replies thoughtfully, her hands still working along the muscles of his neck. Not really thinking much of him stopping, no doubt he'd already hAd EnOuGH and wanted to go back, the sudden feel of his hands around her thighs has her inhaling sharply as she realizes far too late what's about to happen.

Laughing as her arms slip around him, Flora presses her nose and mouth against the side of his neck as dark blue fills her vision and heat envelopes her from head to toe. Quite how long the captain is going to resist succumbing to the wellspring of the queen's joy is entirely on him, but for her part, Flora is having a great time.

Releasing him as they surface, her outrage theatrical and entirely fake, Flora sends another wave of water his way with the flat of her hands before diving back under so as to avoid retribution.