[With Yoimiya curled up next to him, he feels like he never would have to get up again, relaxation pouring into his muscles from the warmth of the water and her presence soothing his spirit. He shoots her a cocky grin as he listens to her proclamation- not losing to him, that'll be a challenge and he'll make sure of it- but that cocky smirk fades into something more soft.

Shifting his weight a bit, he slides his arm around her as she lays against him, proud that she thought he looked cool even despite using what's probably the lamest weapon he's ever won a fight with.]

I did. I didn't think that we'd get the chance to cause a little ruckus, but I think it was worth it all in the end. Maybe next time I can think of something even more exciting...something planned maybe, though causing spur-of-the-moment stirs isn't out of the question either.

[Laughing to himself, Tartaglia plants a kiss to the top of Yoimiya's head, cuddling in with her a bit more. Her warmth and the water was making him a little sleepy, but there's more things to do and he can't sleep now.]

I could relax like this the rest of the night. But, I have a feeling you have other plans.

[Alcohol is a favorite to enjoy before other activities follow, and the romantic atmosphere begs for something more. Another kiss is planted to the top of her head, letting his face rest in her hair as he closes his eyes. The best spot to be is right next to her, and he'll enjoy this brief moment of tranquility before the inevitable happens.]