How could Navia move so easily through the water, and he lumber through it like an oaf? She made keeping beyond Théadan's reach look so easy, she was practically toying with him with how lazy her legs kicked, how her arms made slow wave like motions to keep her steady and her head above water. It was effortless compared to his striding along the floor, his arms occasionally dipping in the water to try and help pull him along a little further. Navia's eyes remained on him though, clearly she was wary of him getting back at her for her comment, and right she was to cast such a suspicious eye his way, she was having far too much fun being more at home in the water than him, knew she had the advantage, and also knew her teasing had struck a nerve of his, and was reveling in the success of that. Which made her reaction to his jibe so very rewarding.<br/><br/>All the little motions Navia was making to keep herself floating in the water stopped abruptly, her eyes suddenly searching his for the truth of his statement. Théadan smirked at how she parroted him, disbelief evident in her voice, but vanity begged her to discover the truth of it, and sure enough her hands were touching her hair at the temples, and she was soon spinning around to seek a clearer view of herself in the reflection of the water. Her demand he stop moving made a chuckle escape him, and he rolled his eyes at her, pausing in his movement for the time being so she could try and satisfy her vanity. Théadan crossed his arms over his chest like he had seen Navia do so many times before, watching her curiously as she tried to spot any grey hairs in her reflection.<br/><br/>More demands soon followed when she could not spot the grey hair that might suggest time would not wait for her. Again Théadan laughed feeling satisfied he had turned the tables on her, that she hated the thought of losing something to time as readily as he did. Her head tilted, and her fingers combed through her hair as Théadan let out a sigh. "Is it that terrible for you that you must seek it out?" He asked, wondering just how worried the idea of losing some of her beauty to old age might make her. "Are you perhaps intending on plucking the offending hair from your head." It was a thought Théadan didn't like too much, he loved everything there was about Navia, and did not wish to see her plucking any hairs in an effort to deny old age. But clearly the idea of losing some of her beauty was a troubling thought to her, and Théadan did not wish to see her suffer the idea of it for too long, not without some reassurance at least. "You should know by now grey hair or not, you're still perfect in my eyes." He told her honestly, and added. "You're still the great beauty of Khlurios that every man desires."<br/><br/>The moment of sympathy passed however, she had no grey hairs after all. Her hair was still perfectly black, and her appearance one of youthful beautiful Khluri woman. There was nothing for her to be concerned about, so Théadan began to wade through the water to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder as he eventually caught up to her. "However, since you're so curious..." Théadan moved his hand to her forehead, a finger pointing at a spot where her hair met her skin, and seemingly singled out a spot there, before tracing an imaginary grey hair up into her thick black hair. "It is right...there!" He exclaimed, timing the movement with the flat of his hand pushing down on Navia's head to dunk her down into the water, as he cackled a laugh. There was little doubt in his mind she would seek to pay him back for that, so Théadan was already trying to wade his way through the water, heading towards the mens side where she could not follow, but progress towards it for him was horribly slow.