<em>~Why don't you tell me~</em>he replied via thought, what would she find out about him? The martial and strategic talents that made him the best at what he did? (Even better then an individual she knew that liked to refer himself as such? Perhaps his old flames or the reasons why he became Deathstroke? So much to discover beneath layers the man had developed over the years. He was not a young man, he fought in Korea when he was a boy. That was sixty years ago, even if looked to be a gracefully aged man of excellent physically condition in his fifties.<br/><br/>His hand dipped under the white bikini bottom, seeking out the softness of her womanly center. The fun of discovering a woman's center for the first time, how did she groom herself where few eyes would ever get to see. A single finger pressed further, curling so that it might penetrate the exterior and give him carnal knowledge of Emma Frost and her....inner workings. On the beach for any to see that decided to wander closer to the water he was, as the kids say, fingering the White Queen. "Your hand." he requested, the man knew what he wanted of her and he had a feeling she was the type of woman to appreciate such things. His unoccupied hand came up and was open, waiting for hers to be offered.