Rolf knew she was angry. He'd be just as fiercely angry on her behalf. But that she held it back was nice, in a way, and even more so the way she focused all of her attention on him. He relaxed a little more into her, into her tiny touches and warmth and the way she loved him without saying a word. One of his hands found its way to her hair, and stroked it with soft, tiny motions as his eyes held hers.
His lips turned up slightly as he listened to her, letting her words soak slowly into him. "Yes. And have our own little stretch of beach. And it will be all ours, no one else's." Just a place for them, to be them, to not worry about anyone else if only for a little while, for it was in their natures to think of others often. "Our own little hideaway."