[It's a good thing the cat can't understand them and that she's dozed off, because as soon as he leans in to whisper in and nip at her ear, the air around them buzzes with warmth and the scent of starflowers fills her head as he draws out a flush in her cheeks at the reminder. Her eyes briefly dart back over her shoulder to the bar's counter... and then up at him when she realizes that she looked at all...

But he's already pulling away, and he leaves Tifa there looking flustered.]

I-I mean... [Even now, after a year and some, he still finds a way to melt her into an incoherent puddle. She clears her throat.] I guess it might be nice... Even in the winter.

[Now she's blushing furiously.]

Could maybe even be warm enough for people to sit outside...