[ He doesn't turn to look at the voice, but a slight tilt of the head indicates he's listening. ]

It'd hurt my pride more than anything if I managed to actually fall.

[ Besides, the waves are peaceful to watch. Moonlight cuts crisp lines into the rippling water, and the frothing depths look like something he could disappear into.

It'd be cold, brisk, and quiet. Sharply painful on the skin, but that's what he's always wanted. Bristles. An edge. The guy insulting him. ]

Or if I got stood up.

[ thanks for not being a no-show, honey. ex-honey. ]