Body modesty is a cultural thing, Daneel knows, and even if he's human now he hasn't ever had to develop any sense of personal shame about his body. He follows Ned's lead, though, removing his shoes and pants, completely unselfconscious about it.

The seaside is... interesting. The smell of it: salt, and seaweed. The wind brings a spray of cold water in tiny, salty prickles against his face, which he can taste on his lips. The sand between his toes is strange and coarse.

"That's all right, Ned. I am not experienced with these things either." Daneel glances at Ned before putting a foot into the surf. It's cold, and... wet. That shouldn't be surprising, but feeling it like this is... different.