"I'd like that," she answered simply. She knows. Of course she knows. She has no illusions about who he is, or who she is, or how unlikely it is that anything would happen between them. Doesn't mean she won't ask. She'd be doing them both a disservice if she walked away from this because it was awkward or inconvenient. She's lived more than four Earth centuries, and she's fairly confident she can recognize when she's made a connection with someone.

She drifted, relaxing, enjoying his proximity and the warmth of the water. After a half hour of quiet conversation, she shifted and let her feet drift to the bottom. She drew her hand back only to push her hair back from her face and regard him with wide blue eyes.

"Let me get dried off and changed, and maybe we could?"