Balthier smirked slightly, as he emptied the remnants of the coffee into the empty flowerbed, making a bit of a face at the steaming result. The man couldn't tell if it was steaming because of the heat, or because something in the coffee was slowly consuming the organic components of the dirt, like some kind of mild acid. It could have been acid, this was Midgar, and not the upper class space above the plate, either. "Hmm? No, I wasn't talking to you exactly so much as talking out loud.. but thank you for the answer, Miss." Balthier couldn't help but find himself flirting with women, and his body language reflected that as he looked Aerith over, from her pretty green eyes to her smooth, pale skin. He could tell from her hands that she wasn't simply some rich man's daughter slumming it, she had somehow managed a pink and red outfit and well kept nails here in the slums, sure, but his keen eyes could tell she worked for her living, and did her best to remain feminine about it.

It was a good look on her, and the Sky Pirate tilted his head as he noticed her eyes shining with unshed tears, though she got a hold of herself. Smiling, he stepped in close, leaning in a bit and tipping the woman's chin up with a finger, "Ah, I did not mean to bring you any sadness with my question.. how thoughtless of me. My name is Balthier, a Sky Pirate of some renown.." he was proud of his profession, and exceedingly proud of the Strahl, "Though I must say, it is a surprise to find such a beautiful flower flourishing here, under the plate."