[As she's accepting his vest with a great deal of care, Aerith wonders if he's calling her bluff. Challenging her. Entirely a possibility, she supposes. There's still plenty he doesn't know about her and in intimacy... things are still very, very new.

Thrilling, which she can think more easily than actually admit to. It's taken a hell of a lot of resolve to keep her from actually seeking him out.

Instead of taking what she perceives as bait, she waits patiently for his shirt. The first time, he'd been hesitant due to his scars. Those are still a bit new to her as well. It'd be very easy to get caught up in looking at him in general. Balthier is a devastatingly handsome man, though she suspects she very willingly ignored that or thought little of it for quite some time.

Although she offers him a longer-than-necessary appraisal, she's respectful. Mostly. Eventually her gaze finds his again and as she protectively holds his articles against a suddenly quickened pulse, she forces herself to speak again.]

Yes, thank you. I'll go put these in for the night. I can dry them tomorrow.

[Which is implication all its own. Assuming he'll just stay the night. He could have other places to be. Probably does, actually.]

If that's okay. You can... do whatever you'd like. I think Clover might be in Tifa's room if you want to say hi. Or Nanaki's. She sure seems to love him a lot.