Look at you. You could have any strapping young lad in the place, and you want this bag of bones? Ha! [His laugh turns into a mild coughing fit. He turns his head to spit blood and wipes his lip, hoping she doesn’t think it’s fucking blood. He’s questioning her choice, but he’s not trying to put her off entirely.]

Good to know I’m interesting, at least. Mm, shall we? [He offers his arm back to her and nods towards the rest of the beach.]

There’s bound to be something interesting that’s washed up that’s not also crawling with disease.