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The girls were off down the beach, playing in the surf and collecting admirers, and had left Jay and 'Berto to guard their bags and towels. Which was only fair, really, though 'Berto was somewhat uncertain about the wisdom of allowing them to wander the beach without either he or Jay to defend their virtue. They weren't terribly far away, though, and his father had sent two bodyguards to keep watch over them all. Which also meant that it wasn't really necessary for them to be guarding the bags, but saying so would have ruined their fun, which would be ungentlemanly. Which he would never be if he could avoid it.

Which meant he was sitting on a towel next to Jay, soaking up the glorious Brazilian sunshine. And possibly enjoying the equally glorious view. There was no denying that Brazil bred some very very pretty people. Though he'd be happier if he didn't have to keep glaring at people who seemed intent on approaching to try and touch Jay's wings.

"What better place to be than Ipanema in the sunshine?" He leaned into Jay and nudged him with his shoulder, warm and familiar.