No, see, that is the best idea. Or, at least, it caters to two of Darkleer's secret deepest needs, the first which is to toss the highblood about like a ragdoll. The other? Goodness, how long he's wanted to see him just CLEAN for once. As if he didn't carry all of the known Alternian diseases in his hair alone.

Still trembling slightly as he's circled like some sort of helpless prey, Darkleer takes in a deep breath to calm himself. Taking a hair tie from his belt, he gets to pulling his long hair back into bun, a process that doesn't take long with how experienced he is in the simple task. Then his glasses begin to pull away from around his horns and skull until he can simple remove them. With a snap, they're closed and he dismisses them to his sylladex. Another deep calming breath...

And then he's twisting around, going right up against the highblood. And yes, he is grabbing those goshdarned underpants- he needs the leverage as he keeps low and tries to use the highblood's weight against him to help toss him over into the lake again. If he's successful, guess who will be storming into the water as well?