"More practical than having him hang off of me," Léan replied loftily. It seemed that while he adored his brother, he honestly didn't want Archie hanging off of him like some desperate little child.

Glory rolled her eyes.

"I think you just don't want to admit that you like it when I hang off you like that," she teased, "because you haven't complained once." She saw Archie grinning out the corner of her eye, and ignored him. He could think what he wanted. She also ignored the little voice in her head that told her that she was flirting with Léan.

Léan also noticed Archie's grinning. He felt like decking him in the face more than anything else.

"I do not like it when anyone or anything hangs off of me," he replied pointedly, stretching. "But you are not annoying when you do it. So I do not complain. Would you like me to complain?" He sounded teasing.

"I'm just surprised, that's all," Glory said. "You complain about everything, it seems." Grinning, she hugged him again. "But not that."

Léan rolled his eyes, still not complaining about the hug. "I feel comfortable around you, and you are not annoying like Arcturus is. So, it is fine," he replied, dryly.

"So you've essentially become a giant cuddle toy," Glory said, trying to keep a straight face. "I mean, if you don't mind my clinging to you..." She finally gave in and giggled.

Archie began to giggle, as well.

Léan groaned and put his face in his hands. "Let's not do this. I simply don't feel it's worth my time to complain about something that barely bothers me..."

Giggling, Glory gave him another hug.

"You know I'm just teasing you," she said. "I do like hugging you, though, you're comfy."

Archie squealed, rolling around in the water excitedly. Damon giggled softly at him.

Léan, again, didn't complain. He lifted his face from his hands to raise an eyebrow at her. "I am not comfy," he insisted, stuffily. It sounded like he was still teasing, however.

Glory giggled.

"I think you're very comfy," she disagreed, knowing he was teasing. Grinning, she hung onto him, although she was glad that she was still technically properly dressed, as waterlogged as her clothes were.

"As a sea creature, I am supposed to be scaly, not comfy," Léan grumbled, still teasing. He made no move to stop her hanging on him.

Archie was so tempted to tease them, but he reined himself in, clinging to Damon happily.

"Whine all you like," Glory said, "that doesn't change my opinion." Nor did it change the fact that she'd finally accepted that she was flirting with him. Not that she'd ever admit it to anyone else. She would never hear the end of it.

Léan had realized she was flirting with him a few seconds before she spoke, and he just floated there in half-disbelief and half...not knowing what to do.

"...I...well...your definition of comfy and my definition of comfy must be vastly different. But, nonetheless, you may hug me. As long as you don't turn into...into...that." He pointed at Archie, who was squealing and giggling, rolling around like a mad...fishman...in the water.

It sounded like he was attempting at flirting back, but was not sure of himself in the least, and didn't really know how to flirt...

"Well, as long as I have your permission," Glory drawled. Gradually, she stopped treading water and just hung on to him, tired. She wasn't used to doing so much swimming in such a short time. She would have to try to build up her stamina if she was going to keep doing such things.

"You do, unless you turn into Arcturus. Which I sincerely hope you do not, for that would make you irritating," Léan drawled right back.

Instead of letting her hang there, he tipped back so that she was floating around on her back with no effort, just as all three of the mermen were fond of doing. He laid back, as well, yawning and staring up at the sky.

Carefully, Glory kept herself afloat, shifting her weight every so often.

"Now if only humans floated naturally," she quipped as she noticed her feet slowly sinking. "Things would be so much easier if we did."

Léan dove under a bit and steadied her in the proper position, popping his head back up to speak.

"If you keep yourself like this, then you should be able to float much more easily," he informed her. "Keep your legs in the shape of our tails." He motioned to Archie, who was floating a little bit away, as an example.

Glory blushed slightly when he moved her a little. She hadn't expected that. Then again, she hadn't expected a lot of things from him that she seemed to be getting, tolerance being very high among them.

"Alright," she said, doing what he told her to do. Hey, whatever worked... She wasn't about to be picky.

Léan floated next to her, eyeing her to see if she had it down. Surprisingly, his method seemed to be working quite well.

He himself was surprised by the tolerance he was showcasing. He wasn't really prone to attacking her at this point...he looked more like he wanted to beat the daylights out of Archie, however, for acting like a fool next to them.

Glory saw the look he was giving his brother and grinned.

"Embarassed by your brother?" she teased. "Just ignore him, that's all." She'd had experience ignoring embarassing relatives... She'd had to do it to her cousins often enough when she lived with her aunt.

Léan grumbled. "He needs to grow up a bit. I am tired of having to babysit him when he visits," he replied simply, sourly.

Archie frowned. "You need to loosen up. Geez. I'm just having fun," Archie retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Agh."

"Maybe if you played with him a bit more, you wouldn't think of it like babysitting," Glory suggested. "At least you're the same age, you know. I've had to babysit before. Try having to chase around a screaming kid who decided that bathtime was over while still covered in bubbles." She smirked. "That is babysitting."

Léan snorted, and then he swam over to Archie. He proceeded to literally sit on him, making him flail and sink.

"Now, that is proper babysitting," he retorted, smugly. He seemed to be enjoying Archie's flailing.

Glory giggled, ignoring the part of her mind that said he was showing off for her.

"Leave him be," she said between giggles. "Elsewise he may pull you under with him, and then all sorts of wrestling matches may happen."

"Ah, good point," Léan mused, hopping off of Archie before he could retaliate with good reason.

Archie huffed, annoyed, and snuggled Damon, smiling. It seemed like he used Damon as a comfort pillow when he had the urge to do something reckless and unintelligent.