Thickly furred, he could only feel the heat rise against his skin as she laughed --albeit, kindly-- at him. "I'm fine. Kind of lumbering." Grace wasn't necessarily his middle name. He made an attempt at recovering by joining in shortly with her laughter, then moving on, keeping a watchful eye on the ground ahead to ensure he'd remain on the slick rock, rather than totally soaking himself. "So I guess we're both still kind of clueless about this place. Well, this place doesn't look very used." His ears pricked up as his eyes shifted to the water, spotting the small moving forms of fish. Nervously they shifted back to Amelie. He didn't wish to embarass himself again, but he knew how to fish. "Hungry?"

Such a strange sound, laughter. He wasn't really used to it, let alone being the cause of it. It brought sheer embarrassment and a smile to his muzzle, for he wasn't sure if he should be proud of what he'd accomplished or worried. Once her laughter had faded, however, he found himself feeling a bit better. He didn't need to worry anymore. In fact, this was a great chance to redeem himself. The lady was hungry!

"Well, these fish are fairly small, so they may be just the thing to top off your hunger." His brows rose, and he crouched down, chin tucked against his chest for a moment until he could get himself steady against the wet rocks. Once he felt secure and sure that he wasn't going to slip, he parted his jaws, and slowly moved them over the water, so his shadow would not disturb the fish. If he was lucky, he'd be able to get quite a few in one shot. They weren't large, so there wasn't much strategy to be had in this sort of fishing. One large mouthful of water could equal quite a few fish.

He expelled a lungful of air, before pulling in a larger one, and his muzzle then shot into the water, almost instantly closing the moment it was submerged. Disturbed, the fish swam away like tiny bullets, but few were not so lucky. Rising up from the rocks, he turned, backing up into the water to make more room for the catch. It would have to be done carefully so they wouldn't slip back into the water. Jowls pulled back, allowing any water he'd gotten in his mouth (which was quite a bit) to be expelled, leaving just the fish to flop about on his tongue. Then, keeping one eye on Amélie, he leaned over the rocks, and opened his mouth, dropping about six small fish onto the gray surface. They flopped about hopelessly, which brought a pleased smile to Alexander's face, and he turned his head towards the lady, "Take what you'd like." He smiled, shifting his paws in the water.