[ Beyond the joke (which had landed, gently), there is something a little comical between them here. Yusuke is almost too stern in his analysis, the flush to his cheek neatly cloaked by the ruddy light of sunset. Meanwhile Gladio might as well be a child, waiting for confirmation that he's allowed to go play for just a bit longer, with the way he stands, quiet and patient and at the art student's mercy. ]

I'm a hard worker when I set my mind to something. [ As if there's any doubt of that, just from a look at his physique.

But he's still grateful for the consideration, the quick fetch of that last pair of sandals—and an offer for more than that, too. His brows lift in surprise and soft gratitude as he starts to tie them alongside the others around his neck. ]

You sure? I don't wanna put you out if you're stuck here for awhile. [ A nod at the cabana, breezy but nothing at all like the main resort. He'd trade places, honestly, if there were any way to spoof his Watch. ]