Shae was genuinely surprised to see the stranger approaching him. He hadn't really meant to distract her; the wave he'd given had been less familiar or come-hither gesture and more...well, good ol' friendly greeting. His gaze followed the movements of her lithe form, crisply silhouetted against the dark background of seawater thanks to the snug-fitting material of her wetsuit.
For a moment, he wondered what she might be wearing (or not) beneath that suit, but he quickly reined in the thought; knowing himself, it would probably be visible on his face, and he didn't want to scare her away so quickly. No point looking a gift horse in the mouth, after all.
He eased himself down into a more comfortable position as she drew near, discarding his boots on the sand beside him and pulling the cigarette away from his lips. "Mmm," he returned noncommittally, eyes roaming over her in obvious appraisal before he answered her smile with one of his own. "Sho' have, ma cher....jes' now."
Now that the ice had been officially broken, he made a movement toward her with the hand holding his cigarette as if offering the stick out to her. "Tell me you ain' out heah all da time. I's too cold fo' dat shit."