[That didn't quite answer the question as far as Knives was concerned. Either it was hers or it wasn't, simply calling it hers didn't make it so. He studies what he assumes to be some sort of fish-girl with a steady, somber gaze, weighing what he's told.

It translates, eventually, to deciding she had no actual claim to the lake. This made his issues with not wanting to be watched while trying to swim no easier, however.]

What respecting a place means, differs from person to person. But I have no intention of destroying everything in view, and that is the best I will guarantee.

[Especially given he's encountered people where respecting 'their' things meant not touching, or looking at it. Knives will just not rampage around, that's enough isn't it? He settles a little better into the water.]

I hope that's the fish you're studying so hungrily.

[He wiggles one hand a little, and they all scatter. It doesn't take long for them to begin circling back around. It's a strange feeling, to be nibbled on. Stranger yet to be immersed in water.]

Is the lake itself your home?