Would I? [He looks at her for a long moment before averting his gaze.] Have we grown to know that much about each other in such a short amount of time? It's almost scandalous. [Although his tone is level, polite even, it's likely not difficult to notice the fact that he attempts to refute most claims to know him on any level beyond that of 'superficial'.]

[Barely waiting for a response, he hops down off the wall and turns in the direction of the ocean. Wherever they were, it was noisier, busier than Tenby had ever been, and that alone is enough to destroy any nostalgia he might have felt at being on the -- a -- coast. Changing the topic abruptly, he continues:] A lot of coastal areas are rumoured to be haunted, did you know that? Bindon Hill at Lulworth Cove supposedly has Roman soldiers that march up and down the hillside at times of national crisis. I imagine most of the stories came about to deter late night wanderers away from the area, or to persuade the impressionable into ignoring the smugglers that decided natural coves with doorways made of limestone were the best places to make port.

―Or to add a bit of romanticism into an otherwise unbearably dull geographical location. I've never been fond of the sea.