Shock might have won out. "Why would you do that? I'm not dressed for soaking!" Completely ignoring the fact that now he was, indeed, dressed for soaking. He shook his arms like a giant, wet chicken squawking at the fox in the henhouse. He wasn't going to get dry like this. He'd have to either climb out to undress, which was out of the question, or use the cover of the bubbly springwater to do undress, which, sadly, was the lesser of the two evils.

Throwing her a look of disgust, he began to strip, doing his best to keep his dignity intact.