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“That is very true,” Arturo murmured in quiet concurrence when she in turn to him. He broke his gaze from the sea to study her once more, noting how young she was. She was quite astute for one of such radiant youth. His gaze lingered upon her for a few moments more before it went back to the sea. “I am Arturo.” He offered to her with a side glance offered, figuring that while he would have been content to sit and mull over things it was much more gentlemanly to offer her his name. If she did not wish for conversation then he would not press it but he felt the familiar obligation to invite all the same.