He let out a soft trilling noise, reminiscent of a happy cat, as she closed the distance and embraced him.  He wasn't a 'handsy' person, but he enjoyed physical closeness; intimate or just friendly. He was a bit like a teddy bear, in that regard. "The layout is lovely. We just need to grab some paint, and add that flair to give it life." He mused, always giving her an honest answer. "But hey, me and you are artistes, are we not?" In his mind, they did totally different things, but they were still artists. Her photography was entirely different from his performance; but at the end of the day, it's all art.<br/><br/>He nuzzled in by her neck, and gently nipped at her in a flirty, playful way. "Does the back have a wall? Can we skinny dip?" Of course it's Puck who's going to suggest that they skinny dip. He was very comfortable about such things. She leads him, and he gladly follows, a happy little hum burbling its way past his lips. It's not from any particular piece of music, or the like; it's just a happy sound. He makes it when he's happy. Has a nice, upbeat quality to it.<br/><br/>Although he doesn't show it outwardly, his mentality was actually very close in line with Sarah's; how did they afford this? This was like ten times the size of the dorm style rooms he's used to... and how was he going to hold up his end of things? He was a little self-conscious about how Scar was sort of his sugar mama. It was one of the major points of commonality he and Sarah seemed to have, with his practically-a-brother being her sugar daddy. Well, that's how he saw it, at least.<br/><br/>"Oh, fire place. So many ideas for that... but, but, but.. No skinny dipping?" Crestfallen. Devastated. Mortified. Shocked. Absolutely melodramatic! Marty had, of course, seen this coming from a mile away; it was just a question of 'when' would Puck suggest skinny dipping. It would have come up eventually. And it will undoubtedly come up again! "You wound me, sir, with such outrageous memories of our wayward youth!" Still, all smiles and fun. If he'd been bothered, he would not have used a High Victorian accent and such mannerisms to convey the hurt. It was all good.<br/><br/>When they were outside, and by the pool's edge, he laid down along the side, and stuck a hand in. "Alas, poor pool. I can not enjoy thy company." Still playing the 'shocked and wounded' bit of melodrama. It could get old fast, but admittedly, Puck wasn't like this every day. Once he's had his time to have fun and games, he'll settle down; and once he's adjusted to the new place, he'll be less bombastic. In fact, he probably warned Scar ahead of time, maybe a few days ago--in his joking, but serious way--that he could not be held accountable for any dramatics on 'Day Zero'.<br/><br/>He just had all this energy, though! And it had to go somewhere.  If they could just harness his energy, they probably wouldn't have an electric bill!