"You are pretty great to look at," she agrees, her tone kept carefully light, avoiding letting herself dwell on how true that was. When he leans in and kisses her again it's a welcome distraction, one Aerith lets herself lean into fully. Her lips part at the gentle brush of his tongue, eager to deepen that kiss, a pleasant shiver tickling down her spine in response.

"I thought you wanted to help me with my house," Aerith counters softly, the tip of her tongue brushing over his bottom lip. "Testing how strong the fence is, is helping." Maybe. Probably. It's not hurting anything anyway!

Most importantly, it's not being caught in a weird, elating kind of stalemate where she's caught in a loop of smiling at him stupidly, while fighting off a thousand things she has no business thinking or saying.