"Australia, huh?" Michael ran a finger over his lips thoughtfully. He didn't make any further comment on it. His lips curled into a smile of amusement listening to Desmond ramble. He thought it was rather endearing. And a part of him felt rather pleased he had that sort of effect on the other man.

When they arrived at the beach, Michael peered out curiously. "And what makes this beach so special?" he wondered. "Besides being here with me," he added with a cocky smirk.