Lim did her best not to start laughing incessantly. The innocent torture was a bit more than she could bare, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Some bits of the underwater flora started to creep up Wric’s leg, tickling his sides as well as his inner thighs with light skittering touches, whether to spook him, or to make him laugh, or whatever the case me be. It didn’t matter what sort of reaction he made, as long as she got a rise out of him. Her only goal was to mess around with him a little bit.