[The thing is she's not intending to do anything, just swim down as if she's going to check for goat legs. Really she just swims down a bit and resurfaces off to the side, immediately running her hands over her hair to slick it out of her face.]
No goat legs, but perhaps I can see why they might make the comparison.
[She gives him a cheeky grin, enjoying for once being able to fluster the usually unflappable Lord Henry Wotton.]
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No goat legs, but perhaps I can see why they might make the comparison.
[She gives him a cheeky grin, enjoying for once being able to fluster the usually unflappable Lord Henry Wotton.]