Itachi didn't think he'd ever been called a gentlemen. He followed Ashiko out of the water, instantly feeling goose bumps rise on his skin. "There's one way to look at it, I suppose." Itachi stepped up behind Ashiko and fliped his hands through signs, taking his time. The cool water made his hands ache a little. Gently, he placed his fingertips on her back. Despite the cool air, her back was warmer than his fingers, and he had the urge to place his palm flat on her back.

Water, he found, was easy to work worth. Is was intensely malleable, but drawing it from where it lay hidden could sometimes be a chore. His small chakra reserves meant Itachi always had to precise, and that made it easy to gently wick the water away from Ashiko's skin, drawing it back as he moved his hand away and pulled most of the water off of his own body with a little more ease before letting it slap into the ground and drain away.