Wric figures he's being a creep when her eyes graze over him, but her voice is far too gentle to sound jarring like it normally would. It was usually sharp as a knife, and willing to pierce through him, but this tone? It was different, and more accepting. He pretends to look away as she rids herself of her sash, but the beast is shameless as he examines her. "A swim actually sounds nice, you know.." he trails off his sentence as he pops the button to his pants, and works slowly to rid his furry legs out of the cursed invention he hated. Finally bare once more, he approachs river's edge, and dives head first into the not-so-shallow river. Submerging himself momentarily before rising up soaked raven hair matted to his face, and shoulders. He grins at the Nymph. "I feel like this is exactly what we needed!" And he pushes his left hand forward through water, sending some splashing her way.