After a morning of yelling at ne'er-do-wells and those defending ne'er-do-wells, or simply complaining about him yelling (had he become the ne'er-do-well???), Ezra's agreement catches him off-guard.

He settles, slightly, folding his arms across his bare torso. Singular eye casting from Ezra's young face to the pool. His brow twitches slightly, but he does not raise his voice.

"It is dangerous to run near water. I have seen many a drowned body in my time, and the children are always the worst to witness. Their grieving mothers come second."