[ Thank whoever invented miniskirts, he thought. He smiles, feeling her laughter to start affecting him and lifting his mood. ]

I can imagine.

[ He says, deliberately leaving it to Aerith whether he meant that sympathetically or he's just imagining her in a miniskirt short enough to make her feel like she's showing London and France to a non-existent audience. ]

Let's go with something sexy. That just feels right after you just told me about your outfit of the day. If you can stump me with how spicy it is, I owe you a drink.