“Who says we need suits?” I ask. “Your outfit is constricting, and the overskirt would consume water like a sponge to drown you.” “I hadn’t meant for us to keep our clothes on.” The words are out before I realize they might be too forward. Kallias turns to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Why, Lady Alessandra, the more I learn about you, the more I like you.”
