He blushed when she said she was flattered he thought she was pretty. He hadn't directly said it, but he had made it pretty obvious. He'd had no experience when it came to socializing with girls, he'd rarely done it back home, and even then, they were pretty much like guys to him, there were no weird barrier like he'd felt here and in some other situations. He actually rubbed his face with his hands until he couldn't feel the heat in his cheeks anymore. It was certainly embarrassing for him, and he didn't speak for a good few moments after. He took a deep breath before he spoke again.<br/><br/>"But, um, yeah." Dimitri said, as though he hadn't just had a beet red face. "The ocean is wonderful. It's so free. It's like nothing can go wrong, the currents and waves are blissful, as though they're your closest friends. I mean, you don't have to answer, but I'm curious, what could have happened to you that makes you dislike the ocean?" Dimitri asked, he didn't always think about the ocean from a different point of view. For him, he couldn't drown, sharks wouldn't bother attacking, he could even stay dry underwater if he wanted to. For him, there wasn't a single drawback of the water. He never took into account other people's feelings though.<br/><br/>He did let out a chuckle of sorts at her joke. He never really was an eater of seafood. That wasn't because he didn't believe in it though, it was because most of his meals as a child were all home grown and cooked. There wasn't a whole lot of time for fishing on the farm. "It's probably for the better that I go to the beach at night anyway. Just, you know, as long as I know the way to go. In the meantime though, I'd love to try some heaven-fish." Dimitri said, deciding that's what he was going to call it.