It was summertime. You wanted to get back into swimming—something you hadn’t done in a while. Truthfully, you were a bit rusty. So, who better to ask for help than Rafayel—the literal Lemurian? Easy decision, right? Maybe.

You’d already spent close to two hours at the largest private indoor pool Rafayel had rented out for the entire day (just because he could), and you were completely exhausted. Meanwhile, he was still gliding effortlessly through the water, clearly enjoying himself—without a hint of fatigue. The audacity.

"Aw, c'mon... you're not really that tired already, are you?" Rafayel teased, swimming up to the edge of the pool where you were sitting. He looked up at you with a grin that didn’t quite hide the mischief behind it. "If you manage to finish another lap, I'll buy you whatever you want. Deal?"