Hypocrisy, it seemed, was an affliction that both Bentley and Althea suffered from. "Not really." Lies. "I do think about what I'm doing before doing it." Most of the time, anyway. "But, since you've already given me the go-ahead...," she said and flashed the Gryffindor a mischievous smile. "Might as well not hold back now, right?" Because it was important that she lived her life how she wanted to, right? Right. It probably wasn't Bentley's intention, but Althea took it to mean just that.

She tried her best to shield herself from the water, but she wasn't quick enough. In an incredibly mature act of retaliation, she splashed him again. And then a second time for good measure. "A player...well, I can see that. You're a shameless flirt, it's kind of ridiculous," she said, completely disregarding just how equally shameless (if not more so) she was. "Who cares if they hate you? I thought you didn't care about what people thought of you?" It was pointless to try and please everyone, and Althea, for one, was not about to bend over backwards for her peers to accept her.

His comment caught her off guard for a moment and she blinked repeatedly, trying to unscramble her thoughts. Bentley was saying things that he shouldn't and she had doubts about his ability to deal with the sort of consequences she would hand him. So, she moved closer to him, and looked at him carefully before grinning. "Is that so?" Really, she should've stopped there, and yet...she continued. "Is that what you're into? Winding me up, and all of that. Because if you are," she moved closer again, "I might be into that too."