Shiro blinked and reared back at the man's reaction. He had anticipated some kind of resistance in the form of Keith wanting to stay up to talk to him or to find out more about him but the man simply laid back and pretended to pull a blanket over himself. Shiro frowned and made a noise that was half-way between a screech and a frustrated huff. He didn't want Keith to stay out in the cold, he didn't want the man to get sick or he wouldn't be able to see him again, didn't Keith understand this?

Shiro huffed again and clicked his frustration at the back of his throat before getting an idea that could go one of two ways. He had noticed that Keith avoided the water. He had briefly dangled his limbs into the water but this had been with some hesitation and only brief. Shiro's initial idea was to splash him with water, but he thought that it might scare him away and this was certainly not what he wanted. He looked at the man and saw his beautiful purple eyes watching him with a rebellious glint in them. [i]'I see what you are trying to do'[/i] Shiro thought and he crossed his arms over his broad muscular chest and raised an eyebrow. If Keith could be petulant like a child then Shiro could be stern like a parent.

It was then that the mischievous glint struck Shiro's eye instead of Keith's. He switched his gaze to the small pink stubby appendages on the ends of Keith's limbs and wondered whether it was like stroking the underside of his tail - ticklish. He leaned up against the wood and pushed himself up further in order to reach; his whole chest now above the water. He locked eyes with Keith again, his own full of mischief. He let himself smirk, before reaching out and taking hold of Keith's foot with one hand, then tickling it with the other hand.