[ It's seeing her mouth quirking up, that smile breaking upon her face, that deep down has Ragna playing around with the whole topic about whether or not he's an asshole. But it's as far as he'll chase the subject of his own accord. The prior one, anyway, as he decides to stand back up alongside her, drink in hand and a "breeze" brushing his thick white hair. Well, if nothing else, the resort knew how to emulate that feeling of being out on the open blue. A rough approximation of it anyway. He's mindful to stay out of her way as she adjusts the sails. ]

I'm a big boy. I can take it.

[ "Asshole's not the word I'd use." ]

Welcome to the list.

[ The list of people who don't think he's a jerk. ]

Y'know...there's a lot I can say I appreciate about you. [ Here, out on the "open sea", a little honesty never hurts. No one else was listening. No one else can hear. ] Doing something like this is one of them.