“Why don’t you come home with me?” Hattie asked.
“I’ve never left this island.”
Hattie looked around. “Well, you can’t really stay here. You have no shelter, no food and someone is bound to notice a giant, gorgeous, naked man wandering around a protected reserve.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “A what?”
“No one lives on these islands. They’re a provincial park and a bit of a tourist attraction.”
“I still do not comprehend what you are trying to convey.”
Hattie sighed and then grinned. “You sound like Spock.”