Quinn smiled, taking a moment to savior her small victory. Despite being out of high school for a year or so, apparently her wicked, sometimes "mean girl" ways remained intact. Plus, a generous, sexy smile was a good, solid incentive. "Good, because I hate being left waiting," she replied. It wasn't a lie. Quinn preferred a man with a concept of time and respecting it. Though time was not something important here, truthfully, there was not a way to keep track. Unless someone magically ended up with a watch or something. Plus, Quinn was kind of enchanted at his arms, they way they parted the water perfect. Watching him scurry back to shore was a treat to Quinn even if she'd been malice about it.
Stepping on to shore, he offered her sheepish smile and Quinn could only imagine what was going through his mind. The blond hair was a start, perhaps followed by her large, hazel eyes and thin, but curvy, athletic form. It was the standard 'once over' any girl had if they'd ever walked through a high school hallway and while Quinn had always been on the receiving end (mostly) of good, check out stares, it didn't mean such karma extended to the island. Still, if he'd asked her here, he must have found her somewhat attractive or at least interesting enough to invite. Quinn offered him another small smile, inviting, yet she hoped, conservative.
He held out his hand, droplets falling from the finger tips, and Quinn reached out, taking hold of the warm, drying hand. "Greg. It's a pleasure. I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray." Somehow the blond believed he might have already known that, especially from a certain network she'd picked up on. Regardless, an introduction was appropriate. "You're a good swimmer. Were you on a team?" Quinn asked, curious. His arms could just be a signal for the football team or basketball even.