"Tiny, annoying little water nymph! That degrades you at every turn. That's nice one minute, then flips switch!" Wric argues back, and as they show down his large brawny hands lay upon the Nymph's petite shoulder blades, and he gives a firm push till it forces her back down in the bench. His frame crawling over top of hers. "You're the one that made things weird, alright? Not me." He decides to press the issue even further. Teeth grit together as Antler's look nearly as angry as he does from this angle towering over her. His fists gripping both her wrists, and pinning them above her head. "What..? You can't handle that I'm stronger than you, or something runt? Like I just wanted to be your friend, even after I found you an annoying, fuck!"<br/><br/>He knew this was problematic for their future together, but in the moment? Highly therapeutic.