His rasping quieted down as the water washed over him, taking in big gulps of the water as it came over his gills. He was gaining a bit more energy and focus, but felt his hands being locked up tightly behind his back. It was quite uncomfortable, even as he was freed. His body darted along the small wooden take for a few moments before he realized what little room he had to work with, coiling his tail under him like a snake. He looked furious, more with himself than with her, his odd eyes focusing on her face just above the surface of the water. His lines gave a light glow, but nothing came of it, and so he simply screeched at her in defiance. Words were too good for this scum-bitch.