"I hear the west beach is pretty. Romantic, even." He also hears that it's long. And, if memory serves, has a steeper drop-off away from shore than the other beaches. The sky's just lightening, and the smile he shoots back is earnest rather than teasing, a mirror-flash back of that challenge and anticipation. Soon enough they'll have to get back to relaxation and pet names, but at least for a little while, he can throw himself into the world he's used to.