I'm glad you know me well enough for that. And, as for the choice, a stroll on the beach sounds nice.

[ It was less laughing at him and more amusement over the effort. Because there were a lot of routes he could have gone with things and there was something almost, god forbid, sweet about the fact that he'd taken the time to give it consideration. Even when part of that consideration involved nixing the idea of drugs and brothels.

She let him lead her to his car, still smiling as she moved to get inside. ]

It seems to have paid off. I'm glad you didn't go too over the top with it.