Auron's lips thin when he feels the pressure of fingers on the corners of his glasses, while he waits for them to be lifted away. When that doesn't happen, his grip shifts, that simple smile blurring past his vision at the same time as he feels warm breath against the skin at his temple, like he noticed before, when Tidus's questions seemed simpler. They were simple enough for him to answer, anyway. But nothing he'd agreed to, up until now, was any different than what brought him here. Not easy for Tidus, but easy for him.

He has a slight frame, and sharp elbows that are pressed against his collarbone.

"Incentive?"

His voice is sharp, but he hasn't dropped him yet.