"We've only just arrived yesterday," Theodore explained, his handshake equally firm, with none of that posturing macho bullshit he'd endured from men who thought they were some sort of power in the room type. "It's good to meet you, Hugh. I wasn't aware I had neighbors." Sometimes it was hard to tell which houses on the lake were abandoned, simply vacant, or actually occupied. They all seemed to have a decent bit of land attached, which made for some distance in the neighborhood, as it were.
He turned a little, watching the dog run out toward the water. "Simple pleasures. Heart is a wonderful name," he said with a fond chuckle, before turning back to Hugh. "You're right: it's a lovely evening. I think it could do with some music and good wine, but I also think that if you'd seen a man without shoes wandering the beach and carrying a bottle, you might have been apt to call the police and report me for vagrancy." He thought about it for a moment. "Or at the very least, give me a tenner and ask me politely to please leave and stop driving down your property values." He smiled again, and while it was never a full-on grin with Theodore, despite his fondness for wittiness, it was a genuine thing that deepened the laugh lines around his eyes.