The alcohol has definitely loosened his tongue, and he's grinning like a cat as he says, "I'm starting to suspect that you, my dear, just like my attention."

He's spared the urge to ruffle that hair or knock her cocky self off balance by her sudden enthusiasm for something in the garden.

She summons him over and he laughs, coming as she calls and spreading his arms wide, leaning over her as she stoops, not touching her but aware how easy it would be to just pick her up and, and --

Not a good idea Balthier.

"You know I also know magic for this."