"You're welcome," she retorts cheerfully, giving him an impish wink. "Whoever heard of a complacent sky pirate, after all."

He's easy to move with, and Aerith's received enough courtly tutelage that she follows his lead without much effort. Between this sense of ease and comfort and the drinks, she's finding it hard not to enjoy dancing with Balthier. "That's good right? It makes me a good wife, I think."