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[b][u]Drych Lake Spa: Hot Springs[/u][/b]

Quentin's straight face morphed into a smirk of mischievous delight at Marcus's discomfort. Up until this moment, the wind mage had seemed unflappable.

Ha ha, unflappable. Like flapping in the wind. Wait, speaking of...

Quentin reached over and snagged his towel, still drifting along in the water. He wrung it out, feeling the steaming water squelch between his fingers.

"Me? A ladies man? No, not at all," Marcus assured him.

"Oh, come on," Quentin snickered, giving him an exaggerated, good-natured elbowing in the arm. "The girls must want to eat you up."

Marcus appeared thoughtful for a moment. At length, he said, "Besides, I'm sure most women would prefer a man with a bit more of a...manly physique?"

Quentin tossed his head back and shook it. "There's a whole market for dudes like you. Beautiful, slim, and--"

[b]"You'd better not be a ladies man, Marcus!"[/b]

Quentin stopped. For a moment, he wondered if Marcus could use his wind mage to amplify Estelle's decibel levels. It could be as loud as a thunderclap. Something to consider later, the water mage reflected. Then, he smiled archly. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted back over the partition, "If we can't peek, you can't eavesdrop!"

Cap squawked. "Ladies man!"

Quentin was instantly transfixed by the talking bird, who was now whistling. "Yo, what other songs you know?"

Cap turned his eyes on Quentin. The parrot let out another squawk before calling, "Are ya ready, kids?"

"Aye-aye, Captain."

"I can't hear you!" Cap chirped.

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Quentin shouted.

Bird and mage broke out into song. Quentin playfully made water stream about in arcs as he sang, unintentionally squirting water in Tobi's face.