Her hand covers his when he touches her cheek before she turns her face and presses a kiss against his palm.

"So that means you like them?" Aerith smiles against his hand, looking over his face adoringly. The idea of being drawn by him is alluring, and flattering in its own right. She likes the thought of inspiring him in ways that are different from what this place usually steers them towards.

"You can draw me both ways, but, I get to draw you too."