[Arm curled around the pirate he'll hug him close against his side. Honestly he'd never have considered himself the domestic type either, but there's something inherently different about the privacy of 'home' with someone you love. The energy of a bar or club have a time and place for sure, but the warmth and stillness of home and being cuddled close with just the desire to be near one another?

Reyes wouldn't trade that for anything.]

Don't speak nonsense.

[Murmured as he presses a kiss against the side of Balthier's head. Send him away? As if he could even if he wanted to.]

They could chop me into Chocobo kibble and I'd still give them nothing. [A beat.] ... do those things eat meat?