[His enlightening answer (or...insult, most likely) is swallowed up by the interior of the cell deciding it would rather be an ocean. What had been solid ground beneath his feet is now the water's surface, and so gravity and physics quickly pull him into the (surprisingly realistic) briny depths. Commence flailing.
A few seconds later, his head bobs to the surface again. Spluttering water and more flailing, but executed in a far more dignified manner. Maybe. He knows the rudiments of how to swim...it's just been a very long time, because why swim when you can fly and teleport? Strangely, despite the water being so deep where he is, it ends at the bars separating him and the tree man.]
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A few seconds later, his head bobs to the surface again. Spluttering water and more flailing, but executed in a far more dignified manner. Maybe. He knows the rudiments of how to swim...it's just been a very long time, because why swim when you can fly and teleport? Strangely, despite the water being so deep where he is, it ends at the bars separating him and the tree man.]