[ Rayburn's manner immediately puts him at ease, despite himself. If Gold were the sort to dress differently, ever, he would feel overdressed. As it is, he doesn't seem to hold everyone to the same standard. He accepts Danny's hand easily, with a firm shake. There's a touch of nerves there that Danny might pick up on, just a little impulse that says he's letting go when he feels like he's held on too long. ]

I don't make a point to visit the beach as often as many do, I suppose. Once I knew where to look, you were easy enough to find.

[ And, well, it already smells good, at the very least. He knew he was in the right place when it drowned out the salt in the air. ]

...But thank you for inviting me.

[ He has no idea what he's doing, Danny. ]