[ the thumb grazing his piercing is a sign - something he's noticed koby does when they meet outside the confines of their room. it sends the smallest zing of heat up his spine - a promise for later, already. not that he minds, of course.

he gives koby's waist a soft squeeze, palms smoothing along his sides and steps back, laughing. ]

You made all of this very mysterious to begin with, thank you very much.

[ but seeing the boat, the water, he blinks. a boat without leaky boards and holes. he'd not noticed it there before, and yet here they are. something excited shows in the light of his eyes, burns behind the little grin. ]

Setting sail today are we? We mustn't be late.

[ he takes koby's hand, giving a gentle tug as he moves to the little dock. there's no hesitation whatsoever when he arrives, kicking off his shoes, releasing koby's hand and stepping down into the wobbly little thing. he stands in it like its tipping and tilting is as normal as solid ground beneath their feet. ]

I'd ask if you need a hand but something tells me you have sea legs on you. I've tasted them. [ a smirk. ]