[Baptiste eyes the hem of the other man's speedo, noting the care in which it is adjusted with curiosity. Was this man persnickety? Fussy? Perhaps both? Not that Baptiste minded, as whatever couple of quirks this guy possessed, it was also clear "altruistic" was amongst them. So who could really pass any judgement on a guy so willing to help out?]

[Baptiste bends forward to snatch his true water bottle out of the sand to get a much needed drink. He nods idly as the other speaks - his body eager to welcome something that wasn't fuel into his system.

But the invitation to go out gives him pause. His brows raise as he caps his water once more before an impish smile dances on his features. The good ol' wine and intertwine, was it?]

Oh yeah? You know, I've been out here a while. Maybe a break would be good for the ol' focus. [He's absolutely assumed this was some sort of date. Perhaps of the speed date variety, as he did - indeed - have a game to win.] You know of a good place for that?