"I'll swim later, perhaps," he murmured, keeping her hand and just walking her along the waters edge, the pace far more relaxed than the military march he was used to walking it. He was content with her at his side.

Noticing her trying to shield herself from the winds, Noah led her down towards the boardwalk, and under it, curling his arms around her, keeping her close. "We are under the boardwalk," he murmured, glad they were sheilded at least a little. He didn't exactly have devious intentions, but now he had her under the boardwalk, he could at least kiss her.