Oh I don't know about that, your face is pretty okay.

[Aerith's already chuckling again, and it's not like she can go around giving Reno proper compliments. Everything would get weird between them. Or at least, he'd make it weird, but he somehow manages that with most of their conversations.

Which is why she's not entirely surprised when he gets mad enough to tear his shirt, much to the delight of some of the onlookers while Aerith just looks on with a smile on her face.]

I can appreciate things just fine when there's something to appreciate! Here, let me see.

[If he's going to call her a little shit, then she's going to be one, and the flower girl's vengeance is swift. Reaching over with a hand that was surprisingly cold (unless he'd paid attention to which hand she'd been holding her now-empty drinks with) and slipped it into the brand new plunging neckline he'd given his shirt.

Calloused fingers splayed across his pectoral, smoothing over his exposed skin to palm it properly...until she found his nipple. He had a moment's notice to register her coeurl's smirk before she gave it a swift, playful pinch.]

Well, I suppose you have a pair after all! Not bad, not bad.