[She feels immediately annoyed by his response. Why say it like that? He has thoughts of his own, surely. Wants. No, no, no. He deserves better than her ire. This may require a different approach.

She takes a moment to rinse herself off and leans over to set down her accoutrements. Lifting a hand, she beckons him over.]

Come here. Nice and close. [That's right, into the water with her and all.] Because I want to make sure that the next thing I say is something you hear very clearly.