[Tifa purrs quietly, her attempts to free herself disappearing into the wind as she grows pliant and melts into his arms, grateful that they're as alone as they can be right now. He's toeing a dangerous line again, but who is she to protest?

If anything, she encourages him a little more, fingers tugging gently at his hair. He did promise he would make it up to her, didn't he?]

... This isn't the first time they're meeting, is it? If he's come by the bar, he should know that she's been trying to get to know him.

[A soft giggle tumbles out of her.]

Why do you think she offers him so many drinks? Knows all the things he likes?