He shakes some of the water off like an irritated mutt, hair flying everywhere for a brief moment before he turns his head to give the Summoner a pointed glare. While Summoner's presence doesn't exactly bother him in that sort of annoying way that Darkleer's does, he can feel a stirring emotion akin to jealousy and fascination mixed in with his hate for lowbloods in general. They just kind of stare at each other for a moment, and then the highblood soon heads in the Summoner's direction towards the shore to get himself onto dry land.

Water rolls off of him like mini waterfalls, mostly from being soaked up by his hair, and he finds himself just sort of standing there breathing deeply.

"Yeah, all up and feel all kinds of motherfucking better." The tone is sarcastic, obviously still a little disgruntled by the fact that he's been submerging himself in water. "Just give a brother something to grind the fuck up in his motherfucking hands and we can call it a motherfucking day."

Or a fight. Fights are always good for making him feel better. Even if it would be rather counterproductive with the cleaning...