[ Inigo is about to answer Tidus's question. You know, the first one. In a serious sort of way.

But then the other keeps talking, and it's that fact that makes Inigo shake his head instead, moving over to climb onto the bed as well. He moves until he's hovering over Tidus, keeping himself propped up with his hands leaning on the spot on the bed right above Tidus's shoulders - though he temporarily has to hold himself up with one hand as he moves the other one to put a finger against Tidus's lips. ]

I'd say that if there's any weird part of your body, it's this one. [ That mouth he keeps saying the dumbest things with. His birthday suit. Sweet Naga.

(It's a weirdly endearing kind of dumb, though.)

Which is why the question hasn't fully deterred him at all. Inigo is still going, after all. Not to kiss Tidus though - maybe he's lost that opportunity momentarily, thanks to that question - but to lean back on his heels while kneeling on the bed, getting out some of the lube.

It's then that he pauses, staring between the bottle and Tidus's body on full display, as if he's thinking about some logistics here. Some logistics that are making his cheeks slightly pink again. ]

Erm, should I.. Should I do it myself? [ Opening himself up, he means. It's not like he can't do it himself if he has to, after all, and he did want to spoil Tidus by not making him do much.. ] Or.. do you want to..?

[ L-Look, if Tidus likes it, he doesn't want to deny him it either..! ]