Sharky is more at home naked in a hot tub than anywhere else he's ever lived, and he sinks into the water across from Ossie and Giles like a sensually-dressed lifeform that breathes water through his skin. Literally, only two things would make it perfect -- a beer and his stereo -- but he isn't looking for perfection right now. Nobody needs that kind of drama.

Besides, if he wanted either of those things, one of them would have to move, and Sharky's got a perfect enough view without 'em.

"This is way better than slumming it on the pool deck. Which of you boys am I supposed to be thanking for this?"