"You just bat your pretty eyelashes and pout; it's still a con, you just make it pretty." He chuckles, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"I think some of them will be looking for a bit of shade," he says. After all, it didn't seem like anyone was milling out on the beach. He pauses to look down at the carry-on bag he's holding for her. "You don't have sunscreen in there, do you?"