He enjoys the soft feel of her fingers brushing his hair, and smiles, leaving the hood down. He lowers his shades, looking at her over the rim. "Surfing? I guessing you destroy all competition at that, don't you, daughter of Poseidon?" He walks with her, until he gets to his room, and walks in to drop off his bags. He checks his wallet and coin pouch, and safely stashes them. He talks to himself, bored. "If Poseidons kids are excellent in water, and Zeus's are good electricians/weathermen, does that mean the Hades children are really good at running morgues and graveyards?"