[ His eyes track the graceful movement of those fingers, Ganymede's bright hair catching the sunlight. Has he been playing with his hair more often lately? Michel feels like he's been noticing it more. Or perhaps he's just been watching Ganymede more... ]

I wouldn't let someone dunk me, ordinarily. Even if there were a reward for it.

[ He's to say, apparently. He can clear that up for Ganymede right now! ]

...It isn't a good question. It's a very simple one.

[ Did Ganymede get dunked or did he not? Wait, is this really something to be coy about? It isn't as if he asked "Ganymede, did someone pull the clothes off of you and put that swimsuit on you themselves," for god's sake.

Hm. ]