Not really, no, but eventually the water will be uncomfortably cold and he'll probably want to get out before then. If they don't get flooded first.

"You seemed... morally opposed to camping," Doc points out, as he moves, slowly, with some reluctance, scrubbing his face and resting his elbows on his mostly submerged knees.

"So am I to take it that you will be taking me to bed, Jesus?" he asks, sounding just a little too tired to be playful but the teasing is buried somewhere in there if Malcolm looks hard enough.