Viktor shakes and smooths out his hair. Remember when he hated the pool? Long, heavy hair, arms always crossing to cover his chest.

He smiles, eyes wide. "It's not bad, actually," he murmurs. Lips curling into an all-out grin, he splashes Klaus, pre-empting quick retaliation with a kick off the floor. He glides back and wades in deeper water.

Deeper for him. Klaus and Obi-Wan could probably stand just fine.