[ Half a joke is enough to draw a laugh out of her, bright and sweet even if the reality is that she would absolutely hate sand everywhere. Hilda's fingers curl into his hair as she gives him a brief, lingering kiss. ] 

You say that like it's a bad thing. You love the spa.  

[ As his hand trails down her sides she leans into his touch, soaking the attention up. ] 

Luckily for you, we can take a dip in the water after. Or if you're patient we could have a bath. Did you really think that I'd let you come back into bed covered in sand?