Erik told himself, repeatedly, that he wasn't staring at her bare feet. Not at all. Instead, he focused on his own footwear and stepped out of the high leather and sighed when his toes touched the grass beneath them and then the water lapping at where they stood, waiting for the bitter chill. He frowned when he didn't feel it.

"That's goin t'take some gettin used to, I think," he commented. The water was something closer to bath water than any ocean he'd ever seen.