Septimus follows that glance, and it is only years of watercrafting which keep his cheeks and ears from turning a dull red with embarrassment. He feels the heat--but it doesn't show.

Still, the comment startles him enough that he laughs, despite himself, and if it is mildly more tinged with strained nerves... well, perhaps that's not surprising.

He shakes his head. "Here, let me--" He flicks his hand, almost idly, to gather all the water dripping off Kyle. It gathers itself neatly to one side and pours back into the pool. (He's handy that way.)

Running his fingers through his hair, Septimus sighs explosively. "Are you-- all right, now? There's something I should check."