If that's what it takes. [ His lips twitch in amusement. They're both too old for pinky swears, and he can tell she's just teasing him. Anyway, he isn't scared of heights, or flying. Still, he'll be the first to admit that going high up in the air with nothing more than Rogue to keep him up there (or stop him from falling down) might freak him out just a little bit. It's an adventure he's more than willing to experience, though. ]

I do, as it turns out. I'm Owen.

[ They're both naked in crystal clear waters, only made less transparent thanks to the rushing stream creating ripples and waves across the surface, so reaching out for a handshake doesn't really cross his mind. He does spot her wandering eyes, his lips pressing and failing to suppress a smile as he leans back slightly, one elbow propped up on the edge of the rocks he's leaning against. ]

Yes, I noticed. [ And so did she, apparently. She can look all she wants, really, no need to be embarrassed about it. Although he has to admit, that tint to her cheeks is kinda cute. ]

Always nice, getting a good, clear view. [ He pauses, ] So you know where you're putting your feet, if nothing else.