[@DriveEMOut]

Aion looked at the pool area, and at the back of the retreating Rose. Not in any way he shouldn't, mind you.

Aion was better off alone.

He entered the pool area after a moment, his black swim trunks on his tanned form. He was lean, wolflike, muscular..the build of a wolf, a predator. His Demonic arms and lower legs were shown, and yet, he had no feeling of regret towards them right now. 

He liked swimming. Why ruin it?

He looked at Arthur, running a hand through his white hair. 

"If that's your girl, I can leave."

Best be courteous.