He heaved a deep breath, filling his vessel's lungs with the scent of brine and dimethyl sulfide and smoke from the fire behind them on the sand. His angelic senses picked apart the various chemicals and compounds effortlessly. "Hm. I doubt it's the same for me as for you. But it is a pleasant smell, for what it is. You know, scent is often sharply connected to memory..." he trailed off there.
His mind was already wandering, back to another beach long ago, and his brothers... his brothers saying...
He smiled again, watching the light from the bonfire catch in her hair and turn the red an even more brilliant shade. "What are you thinking about, here?" he said. "Does it help?"