"Oh, I'm sure you will. You seem like you're serious business about it," he teased, but he was actually flattered all the same. It wasn't everyday that someone was offering to return a favor for him, especially with such zest. And speaking of, the way the ocean was suffering from a severe mood swing wasn't entirely new, no - but for some reason it rubbed him the wrong way. That, and the mysterious earthquake.
"Definitely moody," he agreed, flicking some hair from his eyes but careful not to spray Cassie in the face. "But hey, we play in it anyway. Gotta love the sea. Flippy floppies?" he repeated, unable to not smile. Fuck, she was just so cute. And she made everything lighter somehow. "You should definitely bring those. Snacks too, anything you want. I'll surprise you with something fun too."
He didn't mind the swat, but may have returned it playfully and then got busy with appearing innocent. "All types, but mostly jazz. You know, the good jazz. Sinatra, Dean Martin, Rat Pack era, all of that. What about you? And what's the thing that most bugs you about people as a whole? Pet peeves, I guess."