Oh? [ A lilt that sounds at least partially less woeful. Still resounding from the deep. It does chord through his empathy though, that sincerity. ] A flatterer, I see. Keep that up and you'll charm half the resort.

[ Leave it to him to flirt from his grave but with more pressing matters to attend to, he does make a cursory effort to swim his way upwards, palms and fingers warding all the balls aside to make a path to the surface. ]

What do you have in mind? It seems like we've barely explored... plus, there are those little angels to consider.