[ Tidus both likes the make-up, and feels bad for it; he's got a suggestion in his head that'll get rid of it, but isn't it a shame to lose it? He simply hums a laugh behind a closed mouth at the correction, a mirth that keeps going forward. ]

I hope not, [ he says with a stern-faux voice. ] I'm trying to get you to be comfortable dancing around everyone, and you're doing shows in private?

[ He nudges Inigo's body with his own, head already leaned towards him. ]

I'd throw a fit - and I'd be right to!