Beach: Felicity and Van
"Mmm," Felicity nodded, "I can see then. I mean, if you're curious enough you'd consider it, but you still have standards. That's good." Some guys (and girls) just went around looking for anyone or anything. Even though Van was curious enough to ask questions, he at least seemed to be selective about who it was he experimented with. It also sounded, somewhat, like he was a bit bothered by the rejection. Enough to ask her what she thought.
She nodded, "Not with anything that moves or breathes, but he is young and virile and doesn't have to settle to one yet. Some of the elf girls he's dallied with have attempted to elicit some sort of jealousy from me by boasting about it." Felicity knew, however, that they were temporary amusements. Galad would be hers, and she his. Simple as that.
"I think he prefers to be known for his battle prowess anyway," Felicity chuckled, "Anyway, if there's anything I've noticed about races that tend to lure others, it's that it's not just looks alone. You know how to flirt, right?"