Revi loves to swim. It's exhausting, exhilirating, and actually a lot of fun. She is much less of a fan of being dragged like Captain Ahab underneath a lake, and she thrashes and kicks in the water in the vicelike grip of those tentacles before she finally is just swished along for the ride, conserving her breath for as long as she can, lungs nearly on fire by the end of the roller coaster ride.

Once she finally breaks the water in the dimly lit cavern, she gasps for breath, looking very much like a drowned rat at this point - a little blue around the edges, her wet, inky-black hair is matted to her face, dripping everywhere. She shakes her hair free, still caught in Ico's unrelenting grasp. The cavern is chilly, wet shirt and cold air conspiring to have her nipples standing at attention, pricking that black fabric up a bit.

"... What ... the fuck... would I do with a fucking cave..."

She gets the words out through gasped breaths - she would swear he intentionally let her nearly drown back in there. She'll survey the cavern after a moment or two of recovering her breath, chest heaving.

He flexes himself, his body rippling and throwing off droplets in a cascade. His clothes were still soaked through, and he smirked down at himself for a moment. Grabbing a handful of his shirt and squeezing out, he wrings a fair amount of water out further.

After that, he turns to look at her, admiring her soaked and glistening form, and the way her healthy chest heaved enticingly. He pulls his tentacles free of her, one flicking across one of her stiffened nubs, and then his multiple limbs began to finish wringing out his simple outfit.

"What you'd do? Anything you want!" He laughs and smiles to her, then leans to her with a light grin. "Seriously... I'm sure you'll find a use for it in the future... after all, it's quite out of sight of almost anyone... took me a while to make sure the area is clear."