The sound of a thunderous roar of a cascading waterfall wasn't exactly the best background ambience for a conversation, not that Sacre had noticed, preferring to shout across to his new mottled visitor without a thought for how it might look or sound. If she could actually hear him, that is. His overall nosiness often outmatched his common sense in most situations—he tended to blurt out whatever he thought first before thinking about it later. In this instance, he was saved by what might be the excellence of this strange girls dark ears. It takes her suggestion of moving further down to prompt Sacre to think about what he was doing and he glanced at her apologetically, before nodding his head, moving further down the river until the crashing noise wasn't so loud and conversation was made rather easier. Until, that is, she suggested they jumped together.

He looked at her with dismay until his gaze narrowed and dropped to the pool near his cloven feet. Why not? Or at least, thats what he felt the red shimmers saying to him. That and he hardly knew the mare, maybe she knew something he didn't about the pool, but he'd started the conversation about jumping in so perhaps it was his own fault that this was the predicament he was now faced with. "Why not" he said bravely, or idiotically, the two often went hand in hand. Apart from the oddly compelling red objects below, there wasn't anything really that scary about the pool, it wasn't like he was going diving—not voluntarily anyway. Yet, he didn't jump in straight away, instead watching the mare closely to see if she really would too.

"Are you a good swimmer?" he asked, feeling like he wasn't really all that great himself. He had never really had a reason to do much swimming, though he had now and then in the Throat when the sweltering heat had gotten too much for him. He then walked closer to the edge, his blue eyes held a hint of a challenge in them, but he didn't really know why, the red beneath the surface probably wasn't anything, and perhaps they would just swim around and it would be silly. The poor girl might think she had run into Helovia's resident lunatic, challenging random horses who crossed his path to jump in. 

He raised one cloven hoof, regardless, and dipped it into the pool.

"After three?" he suggested.