"No one's with us," he points out; like it means anything, except that it might be what's encouraging Tidus to go this far. This privacy, and knowing how much more flustered Inigo is compared to him. High-pitched, shy, but it tickles through Tidus, warms him. His fingers squeezing some at that thigh but just for a second, his own nerves coming through.

But is Inigo really going to call his bluff when he's like this? Tidus tips the side of his head against Inigo's, touching skin with the edge of his lips, letting go of a breath like a sigh.

"What if I did? Do you want me to?"

Is Tidus ready for that answer? Who said he's even thinking that far...