"Compensation? You mean being my cabana boy wouldn't be compensation enough?" Gwen smiled at Wesley, then tilted her head to the side as if contemplating something. "I supposed I could think of something to make it worth your while. Let's see. How about a topless sunbather to bring the drinks to? Or if it's secluded, I've been known not to have any tan lines."

She winked at him, "I'd have to make sure that you have the proper ... qualifications first though. Maybe a trial basis for drink service before the trip to Tahiti. You did do very well pouring the wine. Shirtless would have been nicer."