Reaching up, Robin hooks both hands around the branch and gives it a little jostle--not enough to tip Ganymede off of it, just enough to sway him around a bit and force him to hold on. He stops, however, at the description of the abduction, and his eyes flick helplessly downward when Ganymede illustrates the point with both hands.

And then biting his lip is no help at all, and he laughs despite himself, loud and bright enough to make that peacock squawk in the distance again.

He slides back down into the water, floating now without even thinking about it because he's too busy grinning up at Ganymede in wicked delight. "I'm so glad he thought carefully about which part he was grabbing," he says, nearly choking over the words before giving up and dissolving into laughter again. After only a few--maybe several--seconds, he wrestles control of himself enough to speak again. "He certainly wouldn't have wanted to do any damage to your lovely, um, assets."

It's just a tease, because Zeus obviously wouldn't have cared to do harm to any part of Ganymede, from head to toe and back again. But the image is just a little too marvelous to ignore.