Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Victor could hear the squelch of wet footsteps behind him, and only briefly turned his head to confirm that Sven was the one tailing him. Even wringing wet, the boy's step was remarkably light, and he certainly looked much happier than he had before.
"Had enough fun now?" He teased, and Sven nodded enthusiastically, jogging so he could make it to the man's side to fall in step with him.
"Fuckin' blissful, man. I'm sad you don't know how good that shit is," His grin was euphoric. "It makes me feel sorry for you. All of yous who walk around on land all the time. Sucks to be you."