"No more odd, I think, than the fsct that you're swimming alone in a very dark and dank spa room with what seems to be a monster." he mutters, waving a claw, then flops onto his back to float atop the water. His tail, much longer than his torso, drags beneath the surface under him.

"I could always miracle you some swimwear, if that'd help." he thinks out loud, head turning to the side to face her. There's that regular fatherly concern present, somehow, under the grotesque and demonic details.