"Dreams always seem real when they're happening," he offers back. There's nothing contrary in his tone, though. It's soft and matter-of-fact. Seung's not here to argue. "Even if you're a dream, it's a very nice dream," he adds with a little note of a purr. A little shivers runs down his spine at Rai's touch.

That 'let's go' is all Seung needs to find the energy to pull himself from his chair. The warmth of the fire is pleasant, but the promise of the warmth of another body against his is even more appealing. He holds onto this now empty cup until they pass one of the waste bins near the the party, where he drops it. Once his hand is free, he uses it to take hold of Rai's arm while they walk.

"I love the beach," he muses as they walk away from it. "It's so relaxing."