Later on the beach, I tried my best to keep my gaiety (pun intended) and finally as we were wrapping up to head back home in the afternoon found the chance to tell him that I needed to talk to him. He said, "Come directly to my house after dinner. We can talk all you want until we join the gang.... or perhaps you'd like to stay indoors all night?" I just said the post-conversational plans didn't matter since it was the conversation itself that was crucial. He nodded and whistled while he joined a few buddies on the way back.