I didn't put them in any particular order.

[ He pauses, and considers.

He shifts, then, sliding much of his tail into the water. ]

Come here.

[ And if Cassel does, he'll guide Cassel's hand to touch his scales, underwater. They are slick in the water, warm. ]

Swimming is like this. The ocean is smooth, and I am smooth when I move through it. I breathe it...

[ He touches his throat, and his gills flutter open. Right now, he uses his lungs. Otherwise he couldn't speak. ]

It moves through me as I move through it.