He watched for a moment, leaning against the wall. He had not told him he'd be back yet, and in truth, it was earlier than he himself had suspected. Cocky grin twisted on his fave as he finally spoke, "Miss me?"

"heard a lot about you."

"so, what do you think?" he asked, after unlocking the door for the place, "somewhere nice, out of the way, and no possibly dangerous run ins with god knows what decides to run free on the full moons. we've got it for a couple days, just us."

He knew he was pushing it a little, but, good lord it was so fun to see this boy get flustered, get him blushing and stammering. He always did try and trip him up at least a little, just for fun. And, if Dylan picked up on it, returned it, he might actually be able to put teeth to skin one day, "I could, just not in the literal sense."

"easy stranger," he called, "not here to cause problems. just here checking campgrounds, " or that was the excuse he was running with. he looked at the other boy, attractive and... not human, he knew that much, "what are you doing way out here on your own?"

“twenty says i can knock the bottle without even looking.”

"I try not to get too involved unless there's a reason for me to be. think I might have one?" he was more at this point asking if he wanted him to get involved, that would be enough.

he was newer around the outer banks area, coming from the mountains to the coast was certainly a shift. but there was something in the familiarity of the item he couldnt put his finger on, or maybe, it was all in his head. either way, he was curious as to its origin.