He's about to tell her he's not going into the water for a whole multitude of reasons -- which she can more than likely figure out for herself -- until she starts to feed him candy. There's something so indulgent about it that he lets out a low laugh, then touches the top of her hand as he eats the treat. Most of their touch-based play has taken place in private and so it's both surprising and a little bit liberating to do it in public.
Still, he's not much of an exhibitionist when he's not on stage with a saxophone in his hands and while he's not shy, he's got enough of a sense of self-preservation and privacy so he doesn't want to flash all of Santo with the... unusual components of his body.
No wet t-shirt contests for him. But he'll gladly watch if Faye wants to indulge, along with the rest of the population of the beach, he's sure. Still not letting go of her hand, he kisses the tips of her fingers -- all of them -- before swallowing the chocolate which is really good, actually, for something in a bag from a seaside food stand.
"Okay. It's a date." He kisses the tips of her fingers one more time then lets go of her hand; he needs his own hands to roll up the legs of his trousers as far as they'll go. He's more than happy to wade into the water with her, stand there while she swims, keep the towels dry on his shoulders, and keep everyone else away from her.
And after that, they can walk through the market and pick up whatever they need, then head back to their room and get ready for the casino. If he has any say in the matter they'll take their time with that, but Faye might have other ideas. And whatever she wants... he'll see to it that's exactly what she gets.
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Still, he's not much of an exhibitionist when he's not on stage with a saxophone in his hands and while he's not shy, he's got enough of a sense of self-preservation and privacy so he doesn't want to flash all of Santo with the... unusual components of his body.
No wet t-shirt contests for him. But he'll gladly watch if Faye wants to indulge, along with the rest of the population of the beach, he's sure. Still not letting go of her hand, he kisses the tips of her fingers -- all of them -- before swallowing the chocolate which is really good, actually, for something in a bag from a seaside food stand.
"Okay. It's a date." He kisses the tips of her fingers one more time then lets go of her hand; he needs his own hands to roll up the legs of his trousers as far as they'll go. He's more than happy to wade into the water with her, stand there while she swims, keep the towels dry on his shoulders, and keep everyone else away from her.
And after that, they can walk through the market and pick up whatever they need, then head back to their room and get ready for the casino. If he has any say in the matter they'll take their time with that, but Faye might have other ideas. And whatever she wants... he'll see to it that's exactly what she gets.