Balancing on columns of crackling, searingly bright violet plasma above a cloud of water vapor like a rocket frozen at takeoff was plenty flashy enough for him, so that was quite all right. He glanced toward her, raising an eyebrow, and smiled to himself. Of course, there was only so close she could get while he was over water, but she could surely get close enough to be heard, at least. He seemed to have focus enough not to throw himself in the lake just from that, however.

"Ah... somewhat, actually, yes. Just a moment..!"

Alric tilted slightly in the air, redirecting the plasma jets--and rather suddenly, he lurched toward the shore several feet away from Flandre, followed but another flare of plasma slowing him to a relatively soft, controlled landing, although it certainly leaves a couple of visible sear-marks on the dirt at the shoreline.

"Miss Scarlet, wasn't it? You've been well, I hope."