Stavanger Bay saltwater running through my veins

Want me to roll for this or just roleplay it out?

Those blue eyes bathed him in their warm glow, and Embry seemed to forget the stage of dawn taking place behind her. Their movement halted; the only sound now was the somber ocean tide lapping a few pawsteps away. All he saw was that sincere girl, with fur as white as an alpine wonderland, whose name was... Sars Soleil. 

"Hello, there, Sars," he played along, dipping his head in greeting (though he didn't break his gaze). The name was beautiful. "I'm Embry." And there was a look in his eyes of cobalt that insisted, yes, that was definitely worth catching a fish for. 

Self-conscious and not at all certain whether he could do this all again - just like before - he pushed himself out of the trance with a break towards the water. His past experience with these sort of situations had always left him with no one in the end.

He only knew one thing: he was damn going to catch this gal a fish.