Sean drained the rest of Beth's wine, setting the glass aside, far enough back from the edge of the tub that there was little danger of someone accidentally knocking it over or stepping on it, hopefully.<br/><br/>He inched closer to the British girl's recumbent form, his knee touching her leg.  It was an semi-innocent touch, a gesture that, if unwelcome, could be written off as having been an accident.  There would be time to flirt with the others later, he knew.  Mikkel and Katy seemed to be getting along famously, so it was natural that he should focus his attentions on the blond.<br/><br/>"Anyone else like to get up early, and go for an early-morning beach run?" he asked, apropos of nothing.