Beach: Felicity and Van
"We should've brought them some treats. Do you think we can make them sit?" Van snickered as he passed Felicity the whistle. He held it like it was a cigarette between two fingers. Nothing unusual here, despite the fact that neither he nor Felicity smoked.
Resting his head back down, chin on his folded arms, Van watched the scene in the water. The weres were talking amongst themselves, deciding that the whistle was nothing to be concerned over, and the were who was clearly the more alpha of the group went back to playing like nothing was wrong. The rest followed suit.
"I have a question," Van cocked a look at Felicity, squinting his dark eyes a moment. "You'd give me a straight answer, so here goes." He took a deep breath and sighed, continuing as casually as he could. "Do you find me attractive?" Van looked out at the water again, watching the weres, but his attention was on Felicity's response.