"Good to know, I'll keep my distance from your quarters," stepping back, Aerith turns just in time to lift two more glasses off a passing tray, handing one over to Balthier while she sips the other, determined to clear her head and stop looking at him.

Something that's becoming trickier by the second, which she's sure is all the fault of the drinks and the dancing.

"Or I'll wear lots of layers if I ever have to visit."