The highblood just scoffs, lowering himself once more so that the water sits right at his chest. He's lounging around in a shallow end, just sitting, not even bothering to splash water up onto his body or rinse or rub. Nothing.

"Sure ain't all none of your motherfucking concern, but you are getting all kinds of worked the motherfuck up here," he says. "Why so intent on seeing a brother get his motherfucking sparkle on, eh?" Then he lets out a sharp laugh, turning into a low, mischievous chuckle.