Celes's scalp tingled, not uncomfortably, though every nerve in her body insisted that if she didn't turn right around and slap the chocobo dung out of him, she was doing a disservice to her own honor. Celes shifted her shoulders again against his hand and watched his face from the corner of her eye. "Yes, there."

Wasn't this how those smutty stories the Emperor had commissioned started? Pardon, those romantic dramas, she thought with a quirk of her lips. "And it's quite a bit better, Master Luxord, thank you." It wasn't a lie, Celes did feel better. But, it was high time to stop their little charade. Perhaps he'd be content to know that he'd won this round by the skin of his teeth and the good graces of her own improved mood. With a deft shift of her weight on her hips and the tuck-and-turn of her legs so that his hands slipped from her shoulders, Celes faced Luxord again.

She was perhaps too close for propriety's sake, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. "'Twas very kind of you."