"Prove it," Sophie shot back. "Actually have some fun." She remained entirely unmoved by his look; she was, after all, paying quite well for him to guard her body, not break it. "Just because you're still on the job doesn't mean you can't take breaks. We may be in international waters, but labor laws still apply." Though they were, of course, different for live-in bodyguards.
"Ooh, so there really is a butler in that one?" she asked, perking up a bit as the sarcasm went right over her head for a few moments. "I read," she said mock-defensively, cuddling Lola against her stomach while she dug around in her bag and pulled out the book she'd spent most of the afternoon reading. "See? Books. I have them and use them, too." Occasionally. "I can't believe you're complaining about the heat. There's a beautiful breeze. This is a cakewalk compared to the weather right now in L.A.'s concrete jungle. Plus you can go swimming."