Oh? Is that an invitation to slap his arms dramatically across his chest to keep any perverted eyes off his goods? Don't mind if Tidus does, a flash of shock on his face before he's grinning all over again.

"Big jerk? How'm I the jerk! You're the one who went there with it. I was just asking 'bout the dance!"

So what if he said a thing and it turned into a bigger thing. Not his fault!

Nevertheless, he lowers his arms--rather confidently so, chest even puffing out some.

"I don't mind if you wanna look." --Actually, he's kinda embarrassed in the next second after saying that, and his arms come to fold across his stomach. Just so there's less to look at...! Good thing there's all this steam already warming them up... "I'm used to it! Everyone wants to check out the top players of a blitz team! And I didn't work on this body for nothing."

...well, worked on it. But he's still good-looking! Right?