The man stopped on the shore of the lake, he was wearing nothing more than a leather loincloth, and his skin was as green as a leafy vegetable.  He sunk his spear into the ground, point first, and leaned against it, content to watch the redheaded slave bathe.  He made no aggressive moves, simply leaning on his spear and watching the naked woman and letting her approach him.  Unless Wahida was willing to swim out into the lake, she'd have to come into him eventually.