Oh, this old thing? [ He definitely spent an entire afternoon -- several even -- browsing high end stores and charming his way into private collections. ]

You're not bad yourself. Remind me of a pirate I met in my youth -- absolutely enamored with him. Didn't stand a chance. [ Balthier flirts as easily as he breathes and swipes fineries, but something about this feels different. There's a twinge of nervousness. A second-guessing of what he's said. He wants this person to like him.

He wants those sparks to mean something. ]

Balthier. [ He holds out a hand. Ashe's ring glints there. Is this absurd? ]