[Stubborn he can relate to, so he lifts his brows and follows her back toward shore a bit - standing again when his feet reach the sand and following her in a few feet after that until hers do as well. He avoids looking at her too directly after she takes off her dress, watching her pitch it back toward the beach. How did he end up in this situation?]

Wait, hold on. Now you've got an advantage. [His jeans are a weighted denim nightmare that he already regrets, made worse by gravity now that he's standing upright. He hesitates with his thumb through a belt loop, tugging them higher up on his hips.]

God, I didn't think this through. I don't know what's worse - trying to swim with my jeans on or trying to take them off now that they're soaked.