Cassio laughed at the older man and tilted his head. "Oh really? Not even the littlest bit sorry? How cruel." He laughed and moved so that he was on his knees, looking up at the other with a small smile. "Wow... came out here with a camera and you're stilling calling me the best view? Keep talking like that and I'll end up blushing all over." He was still looking up at the other, sat back on his heels. Maybe he should have been even slightly uncomfortable at kneeling in front of a total stranger like he was about to suck him off, but then again Cassio's job left him far too comfortable in most situations. "You know most cellphones take amazing pictures these days. Might be a bit more useful than your camera. Less likely to be ruined by sand."
He pursued his lips, gazing lifting in thought before shaking his head. “Nope, not sorry at al,” Emery could only smile down at Cassio. He started to look around, turning in a completely circle before his gaze fell on the younger man once again. “I don’t see anyone else catching my eye,” shrugging as he gave up with the camera, letting the strap hang off of his shoulder. “Can’t complain about this... especially with the position your in. You might give the others a wrong idea,” Em teased. “My phone is kind of out of commission... it’s back from the stone age, so the pictures aren’t the best and I’ve dropped it one too many times.” The wasn’t the only thing from the stone age, it seemed like Emery was the oldest client staying there so far.