"Sit down," Tidus says with a nod at the space beside him, a slight drawl in his voice, "Pull up your shirt, and I'll have a feel."

If Tidus was smarter, he would put more of a flirtatious spin on it - make his look more pointed, the smirk on his face suggestive, his tone too - but he's also probably there enough, even without meaning to. But Tidus's thoughts aren't going any lower than Inigo's stomach. Ohhh, he'll have a feel around alright.

He's doing his best not to laugh or smile any brighter in the anticipation of Inigo's doom.