It was probably not the smartest move on his part, running out of the ocean at full speed while naked to the first woman he saw on the beach. He... deserved that slap, despite the fact he wasn't intentionally trying to flash anyone. Frowning, he watches at the retreating form of the screaming woman, a hand rubbing at the imprint left on his face. Ouch. It really stung. He's about ready to head back into the water to wait for Arya to come to him until a voice sounds to his left, turning to face a petite woman, he looks down but doesn't get a chance to see her face as a bag of clothes hits him square in the chest. His hand come up instinctively to grab it, all those years of playing rugby kicking in. He stumbles slightly by the shock of it, the man taking a step back to regain his balance as he holds onto the bag.

Glancing inside at the contents, he moves it to one hand and takes a step forward. Trying to get a look at the woman's face. He catches a glimpse of her cheek, her face flushed red as he takes a few steps closer, the bag dropping to the sand at his side. Reaching out his hands, he grasps her cheeks, much like he did when she was in seal form, and gently turns her face towards him, gently but there really was no escape from his large, warm hands. Peering down at her, he meets her gaze briefly, her amber eyes filled with embarrassment and yet, that was all he needed before a wide grin stretches across his lips. "Arya!" He exclaims happily, before he slides his hands down her shoulder and wraps her into a hug.

Pulling her small form against his tanned and toned body, he lifts her off the ground and spins, hardly realizing his damp body was soaking into her clothes. Laughing happily, he sets her down after a moment, his hands leaving her as he turns around and crouches down by the bag. Pulling out the contents, he slips on the shorts quickly, thankful for the drawstring as he seemed to have lost some weight since his last shift. Humming happily, he shrugs on the tank before running his hands aggressively through his hair to help dry it. Turning back to her, he grins broadly, the red handprint still clearly noticeable, even on his tanned skin. "I didn't mean to scare that lady off," he offers finally, his eyes turning towards the direction of the disappearing woman, "I thought she was you, I never see anyone down in this cove," he shrugs as he glances back at the woman.

"Man, it feels good to have clothes on again! I haven't been able to walk around on two legs for awhile now," he states happily, his barefoot digging into the sand as he forgoes the flip-flops for a moment. Reaching down, he holds his new shoes in one hand while he stuffs the bag into a pocket, Zach glancing around the empty cove. "Thanks for getting me some clothes, I really appreciate it," he thanks her again before talking a few steps towards her, "Arya, you're really cute," he says suddenly, her dark wavy hair being teased by the wind. He doesn't stay on the topic long before he reaches down and grabs her hand, dragging her along behind him as he takes large steps towards the stairs. "We don't have a lot of daylight left, let's go explore!" He announces gleefully, dragging her up the stairs and only when he reaches the top does he release her hand.

His head cranes from side to side as he looks at the busy beach, even with the late afternoon sun, there is still a small crowd roaming around. He catches site of several shops in the distance, a happy smile tugging at his lips as he looks down at his companion, "What are those?" He asks, pointing at the gift shops like a small child would. He doesn't get much farther before a loud growling sound escapes his stomach, Zach clamping his hands over his stomach he laughs, "I haven't eaten in awhile," he admits, "You were supposed to be my dinner but... you know," he laughs again good-naturedly.

Zachary Williams