Dear Byleth. He likes that. He dips and flits just out of Dimitri's grasp, delighted at the chase until at last, Dimitri does manage to corner him amongst a few rocks that block his way, and the man is treated to a very squirmy fish-man in his arms. Byleth knows he's lost though, and quite soundly. Turning to him with no small measure of happiness on his face.

"Well, it seems you got me. I suppose you ought to claim your prize."