[ The slight edge of his gaze, drawn away in embarrassment, moves in again, and settled on his new companion, he realizes precisely who it is: the guy who wouldn't share a damn carrot to save their lives until push came to shove.

With an exasperated breath, he shakes his head a little; the man is at least somewhat interested in the pendants, he sees, and rather than reach in to pluck one up himself, he goes the route of being a little annoying. With his arms still crossed, folded carefully against his chest, he aligns himself just over the man's shoulder, like he's some wayward bodyguard. Maybe there is some truth to the words that Aerith is using, then.

A small glance, flickered over the pendants, before he looks at the profile of the man. ]

Pretty sure I have something for that already. [ There's the subtle shift of one of his shoulders; the buster sword makes a clinking sound against his armor. ] If you're looking for a pendant to give to me in thanks for saving our lives, I'm not interested.

[ Bold words to go with a bold assumption--but there is a bit of humor in his voice, dry as it is. Honestly, he's sort of grateful to see someone else he recognizes. ]