Ah-- so another holiday of gift-giving, but with a bit of romance. I understand... I think.

[In heart-racing slow motion- clearly a fault with a household terminal's transmission- the shirt was slung across Ramza's shoulders as he shook out his hair, a few drops of water cascading back down across his pecs.

Thankfully(?), he seems to notice, and he swats the side of the terminal- the transmission quickly rubberbands back to normal.]

So have your charms yielded such a bounteous fortune here?