Mason King looked at her with an inscrutable glint in his eyes.
Suzanne Trent saw and was taken aback, "What's that look for?"
"Surprisingly," the man seemed to laugh, but his face was as cool and unruffled as ever, with no overly surprised expression, "You've made a lot of progress in making romantic remarks recently."
Suzanne Trent: ???
She gently bumped his arm, "I was just stating the facts, not being romantic."
Mason King lowered his head to look at the shoes she was wearing. She had just come out of the cave, still wearing the slippers she had put on when she got up from her sleeping bag.
"Are your feet cold?"
"Not at all. The temperature on this island is in the 30s at night, and only the cave is slightly damp, which is not suitable for sleeping. It's not even a little bit cold; I'm actually quite hot." Suzanne talked as she made her way to the smoothed sign that's just been trimmed.