This is so dumb and Tidus hopes it's going to be worth it.

But he won't delay; fingertips coming to press on the plane of skin visible, the wrist that knocks into Inigo's hand already. "Higher," he commands, if humorously, and there's a weight to his fingertips, if kept light.

A lightness more noticeable when he skates them across from one part of Inigo's belly to another, only a brief flicker downward taking Tidus's eyes away from his face. Then, from one side of his stomach to the other.

"Here? Anything feel funny?"

More like: did Tidus see anything 'funny'?