'No, you were too busy doing something useful.'

He pulls his jeans on, and buckles the belt. He's watching her too. She's so...female. Which, y'know, obviously. But it's something he hasn't had close to him in a long time, and he'd forgotten how it could be, watching a girl fiddle with clothes, and look at him like that.

He lights a cigarette.

'Thought we were comin' at night? I presumed you wanted moonlit walks on the beach, an' all that.'