Relieved that he'd not been greeted with an outburst of Greek, Victor grinned. She was American, one of his kind (and if only he knew to what extent the latter part of that thought truly extended). Now, he had always been able to appreciate fine aesthetics, being quite a fan of beauty, but she had something more: she was incredibly physically fit.
"You're right," he said, "but at the beach, ten dollar words are hard to come by. And you seem to be enjoying it, as well," he said. "The tan you have going there is gorgeous," and when he said tan, he meant the way her bronzed body made her look like something that belonged on the cover of the Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition. But back to the ball, lest he was coming on too strong. "Would you like to play? We could probably get another game going," he suggested.