Aerith studies the dress while he speaks, her fingers idly tracing the intricate crisscrossing of pearls on the front, a brief but unexpected pang of desire running through her when she feels his hand move over the curve of her ass.

She's grinning by the time she looks at him, eyebrows raised in challenge. "We should find you something nice then too," Aerith tilts her head back toward the dress and lets her fingers run over the pearls again. "Maybe something with straps at the front, like this."

No matter what he's wearing or doing, Balthier is completely captivating to Aerith, who knows she's never met anyone as beautiful as he is, but something about the thought of him clad in something a little more risque and revealing piques her interest in a way she hadn't expected, but is keen to lean into.