Sabine and Tzirret looked at each other. A silent conversation passed within a couple of seconds, weighing up whether to take Peiter's words as a challenge. Saying that he could take them [i]both[/i] in a competition of strength was pushing his abilities out of reality. Speaking of reality, however, neither of them were particularly interested. Sabine might like a physical joke, but she has never enjoyed playfights, sparring, or much of any kind of violence. In turn, Tzirret didn't really have the confidence to initiate a wrestling match with Peiter in that moment.

Far from letting Peiter's ego stand, Sabine came up with a compromise to help Tzirret's confidence. She looked around the edges of the lake for a moment, then faced Tzirret and Peiter with a grin. "A race to that rock," Sabine pointed to a large standing stone further down the beach, "The last one to touch it must give Leaps a kiss."

Tzirret didn't even need Sabine to say when to go. He had turned in the water and began swimming as fast as he could to the stone. Sabine kept up an average pace, but couldn't keep up with Tzirret at all. He wasn't as fast a swimmer as Meesei or Kaleeth, but his speed on land gave him at least a moderate edge in the water. While Tzirret swam fast so he wouldn't have to go near Leaps at all, Sabine found the image of Peiter putting his lips to Leaps' licking tongue to be too amusing to pass up.

Seeing Tzirret's blistering pace through the water, Janius frowned with a high brow, impressed. "The boy is quick, that's a talent. I suppose putting Peiter in his place will have to wait for another time," Janius laughed through his nose. The next thought that crossed Janius' mind during Irenya's response was one that he decided to address with caution. He looked at her while facing off to the side. "I notice you call him 'cat'. That might cause some confusion with what Lorag calls Ahnasha. You don't seem like the type for nicknames, though. Do you have them for anyone else in your pack?"