[ Like a lot of things about Sanji- it's impressive that he can still react that strongly to the sight of her without her clothes on, as hungover as they are, as rough as she knows she looks. The ridiculous, and completely appreciative look on his face makes her laugh, which does no favors for all the aches that party's left her with. ]

Please. [ She's wincing and giggling as she steps closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck, as though hugging him might stop him. ]

You always make me feel beautiful, but, don't make me laugh Sanji, my head.

[ It's not like her to whine, but she can't help how pitiful she both looks and sounds, hanging onto him and squinting up with a tired frown. The warmth in her chest over being welcome here outside of their afternoons doesn't let her look that woeful for long, and the mere mention of the bath is enough to make her absolutely light up. ]

I'm not sure about jumping anywhere until I get some sleep, but I'd really like that.

[ A bath - even one without Sanji - sounds nothing short of healing to Aerith right now, and she smiles at him, tired but intensely appreciative, her thoughts already drifting to how nice it would feel to have him lay back in her arms, or wash his hair. Aerith's arms tighten around him, getting onto her toes and kissing his cheek before she lets him go in favor of grabbing his hand so they can head to the bathroom together. ]