"...The beaches are really lovely, and could probably warm up a cold commander like you."
Kyle looked up sharply at her last remark and tried not to laugh.
"Cold Commander? Hardly. I'm still supposed to be the hotshot pilot fresh out of the academy and killing the bad guys, but I guess..I'm different in that sense."
He took up his glass, drinking a few drops in an extremely slow way, his eyes suddenly darted up to meet hers.
"Not that ever been to Yuma -though I've heard the plants there can eat you alive- I guess I could go check out the beaches, at least the ones not crawling with killer plants."
He poured himself another glass of wine and then made a sly grin.
"Of course, it wouldn't really be that fun to go there alone now would it? If only someone came along to give me a tour of its oh-so lovely and warm beaches. Perhaps someone just as lovely as them?"
He toasted his own glass with hers and took another sip.
