"You can do it," Hans said encouragingly, watching as Henry nervously allowed the water to reach his waist, "that's it! Just a bit further."

"Fuck you," Henry screwed his eyes shut, blindly reaching out his hand to grab Hans, unaware the fucker was moving further away, "I'm not learning how to swim!"

"But you're doing so well," Hans kept moving away, wearing a smug smirk on his face, "your lord might even be willing to reward your efforts."

Henry lunged forwards, then, grabbing at Hans and winding his arms around his shoulders, his legs wrapped around his waist. Hans held him, still smirking as Henry looked down at him.

"Do I get my reward now?"

Hans rolled his eyes, bringing a wet hand up to Henry's chin, "as if I'd say no."

Before Hans could make good on his promise, they were interrupted by the sound of giggling coming from the bank of the lake. None other than John of Liechtenstein was attempting to pull someone towards the water, leaning in for a rather passionate kiss in the process. That person being Henry's brother, Samuel. Hans bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Henry opened his mouth, preparing to let them know of his and Hans' presence. Hans quickly covered his mouth, hissing into his ear, "shhh. He's thinks he's so fucking untouchable. I could use this for weeks."

It was too late, anyway. Sam spotted them, his groan audible to them even out in the lake. Henry waved awkwardly even as Sam turned around and fled as quickly as his legs would carry him. John followed, of course, with slightly more decorum and nonchalance.

Henry glanced at Hans, narrowing his eyes, "happy now?"

"You were the one who wanted to fuck," Hans murmured under his breath and, after a brief pause, asked, "do you still..."

Henry glared at him.