"Never!" Jack said, writhing underneath her to try and free his limbs. He couldn't lie- his arms were seriously starting to hurt, but he'd be damned if he gave her the satisfaction of beating him. Then an idea came into his head.

"I'm not going to apologize, but if you want, I can get all of the water out of your clothes too." He said, doing his best to appear as innocent as possible.

"Oh really? You're just gonna give in, just like that." She said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you'd have more backbone than that."

"My arms hurt. And I'm too proud to admit defeat. So this seems like the next best thing to offer. But the only thing is, I can't help you until you get off of me. I need my hands free to cast the spell correctly." He said. Everything he said was true, but with what he intended, he still couldn't help but feel like he was deceiving her.

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Rose eyed him suspiciously.

"And how do I know you won't just walk away and leave me here soaked? Or vanish like you know how to or something? I need some assurances, Mister Hero."

"I tell you what- If you let me up, and I don't immediately remove all of the water from your clothes as soon as I am free, you have my ironclad permission to do whatever you deem appropriate to me as revenge." He said, then, on a whim, added out loud "Hear that, Frumpkin? If I don't do as I've just said, you have my permission to render me unable to resist Rose's punishment."

To his surprise and mild horror, and Rose's glee, Frumpkin's voice responded audibly almost immediately.

"You got it, kid."

Jack had to admit that he honestly hadn't expected a response. Then he spent half a second thinking about who Frumpkin was, and wondered why he'd expected something different.

Rose's eyes sparked with mischief, but she relented.

"Okay then. Up you get." She said, shifting her weight off of him and standing up. There was a wet spot on his clothes where she'd been sitting, and his first instinct was to dry it off. He went to speak the spellword, and then stopped short as Rose eyed him expectantly.

He'd almost just done something else before doing what he promised. And knowing Frumpkin as he did, the pedantic asshole would absolutely exploit that for his misery. He stopped, and then redirected the target of the spellword at Rose. It may have just been his imagination, but he could swear he heard Frumpkin sigh in disappointment somewhere in the distance.

The water in Rose's clothes all slowly drained out of them, gathering together into another sphere that floated lazily in between the two of them, leaving her outfit dry as a bone. Jack noticed that the amount of water was a good bit less than he'd pulled from his own outfit. Probably because her body temperature had caused a lot of it to evaporate. There'd been steam coming off of her from the moment she'd left the river.

"How's everything feel? Did I get it all?" Jack asked.

Rose patted her self around in several places, inspecting to ensure everything was as it should be, before nodding.

"Yep, feels like it." She said, smiling.

"Good."

Unintentionally, Jack's eyes shot to the sphere of water still floating in the air between them, then back at Rose. Rose followed his gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw the evil grin forming on his face.

"No! Jack, don't you dare-!"

The sphere of water doused her square in face before she could finish, drenching the entire front of her newly-dried clothes, and turning what she was about to say into a roar of frustration.

"Oh my god, I am going to KILL you!" She said, her eyes wild as she sprang for him.

Jack dove out of the way, laughing hysterically as she chased him around the amused and bewildered members of the rest of the company.