It is a good thing that the playfulness is undeniable. Anything less would've earned Dean a soft hiss from the back of her throat, but she's simply silent as she stares at him with her large, dark eyes. She didn't know what 'bitching' was, but apparently she was doing it.

"You are strange."

There was an urge then, to put seaweed in the man's hair, but Syrena figured that wouldn't be taken too well, even if it would simply be her way of teasing retaliation.

"Are you able to swim?"