[Hector's not expecting the scrutiny Isaac directs toward him. It's nothing he hasn't seen...well, Hector didn't undress last time, but he's seen enough to satisfy idle curiosity, right?
The breeze makes it colder having his dripping body out of the water than in, so he lets himself sink lower, to his shoulders. It helps him think, being more hidden from Isaac's predatory gaze.]
It's a bit early in the day for Hell. I was thinking Greece, or the islands off of the Ottoman Empire to start.
[He runs his hands over his limbs beneath the water, scrubbing away any dust and grime still stubbornly clinging. Hopefully the movement will keep the fish away. He's not quick enough to catch one by hand, so until he goes back to the shore for some tool or another, they're safe from capture by him. A quick wash, and they can be back to store to dry off and warm up. Isaac's been in longer than Hector has; he's not sure how the man's not a block of ice yet.]
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The breeze makes it colder having his dripping body out of the water than in, so he lets himself sink lower, to his shoulders. It helps him think, being more hidden from Isaac's predatory gaze.]
It's a bit early in the day for Hell. I was thinking Greece, or the islands off of the Ottoman Empire to start.
[He runs his hands over his limbs beneath the water, scrubbing away any dust and grime still stubbornly clinging. Hopefully the movement will keep the fish away. He's not quick enough to catch one by hand, so until he goes back to the shore for some tool or another, they're safe from capture by him. A quick wash, and they can be back to store to dry off and warm up. Isaac's been in longer than Hector has; he's not sure how the man's not a block of ice yet.]