Slightly alarmed at being called pretty, and blinking a few times to get through the surprise, Clue regathered himself swiftly enough and at least made an attempt at rowing. He did okay given his physical frailties, but there was no point; Narcissus was far stronger, so when they both paddled together their pumpkin veered off to the side. They would move much more effectively if the older boy took both sides, switching between them. So Clue stopped, glancing off at the far-off bank and seething under his breath; "I don't see why we can't just use magic..."