This time, he does let himself be pulled away from the beach, pausing only to grab his abandoned clothes off the ground. He even lets the weight off his shoulders for a change, drawing in and letting out a deep, sea-scented breath that leaves him feeling something he might once have called optimistic.

"Well, as much as I'd like to see your hotel room," he teases dryly, "if the gods brought me all the way out here, I should probably frakking see the place... Unless you were talking about the view," he adds lightly.