His eyes squint shut and he snickers as the water hits his face. "Bullied Selby harder, huh?" Liam asks, a slow contemplative bend to his words before he dips his head below the surface of the water.

It's a quick plunge, and when he comes back up, he's not so careful about flinging his hair back out of his face, scattering drops of water in Kyra's direction with a soft laugh. To play it off, he continues the thought, "Yeah, that's sound advice." Then Liam returns his elbows to the edge of the deck. "I'm not just blowing smoke, here - you're good at it. Do you, um, enjoy it?"