Sweet Naga. The compliments. They're too much. Inigo can feel his entire face heating up, and he knows for sure that it's not just the water he's so far into at this point that's causing it. How does he even deal with that - especially when those are things he never noticed about himself before? But Roland wouldn't lie, right? Does he really have.. nimble hands..?

But before Inigo can even question it, there's instead Tidus's much too vague question following up on it.

Inigo thinks. He really tries to think. What he can do? What did he show Tidus? What did he do to Tidus?

As he thinks, his gaze travels down from Tidus's face, looking at his well-built shoulders, his pecs, what did Inigo do to tho--

No. No. No, no, no, nope! Go away, gay thoughts! Begone! You won't catch him today, nope siree!

Inigo's eyes suddenly grow wide, and he rises from the water enough again that his shoulders are visible.

"W--Wait, what did I show to who?!"

Help, he outran the gay thoughts, but now he has no idea where that leaves him!