Balthier took the nearest small object, which happened to be a small gem from his pouch, and tossed it at Irvine's head rather casually. "You've a thicker skull than I thought," he drawled, crossing his arms. "Selphie is utterly besotted with you. Quite clearly, you crawl after her on your knees like a salivating pup."

Rolling his eyes, Balthier crossed his legs at the ankle, sighing and rolling his shoulders. "Do us all a favour and ask the girl to go with you. It's becoming tiresome watching you skirt around each other like pre-pubescant girls."