Cary left the subject, he wasn't one to get into conversations like that. He preferred to keep things light and easy, especially since he had just met this woman. He looked out at the ocean again, taking a deep breath and enjoying the feel of the wind through his hair. It was definitely nice to be here when England was being particularly miserable at the moment.
"Well, I got socks too but I suppose a cruise does sort of trump them." He laughed, looking at her again before returning his gaze to the ocean. She had a strange beauty to her and she was definitely interesting, that much could be said.
Cary suddenly felt like an idiot when he realized that her dress style was very 40's-esqe. His mother had always insisted on watching movies from that era, hence his name, Cary. "My little sister insists on shopping at thrift stores," he said, except her style was much more grunge than anything else. "You could always sell them to other people?"