"Well either way, you can't make me get in that… pool," I retort, wrinkling my nose at him in the most blazon manner that I dare to- which must seem exceedingly petty to him. Not that I care.
Devil or not, and regardless of whether he saved my life, I am not willing to even entertain the idea of him seeing me buck naked, wading into a pool of purple water that may or may not poison me on impact. As grateful as I am for him, the risks of it seem too great (mostly the expense of my dignity), that and the fact I have not fully come around to trusting this place, not yet.
This entire place may be littered with traps, perhaps even standing in this room is a risk to my mortal vitality, there simply is no way to tell.
But Valerian, rather annoyingly, does not let up. Instead he puts a steady hand on my shoulder, gesturing once again for me to get in, the promise that he 'won't look' still swimming in his eyes. Firmly, I shake my head.
