Well, that's— [ He's saved from having to try and retort to Aerith's dick joke by her laughing, as he tries to shuffle a bit in his barstool. Is it hot in here or just him? The way she props herself up to stare at him forces him to break eye contact (look away, not down, Cloud—), chuckling mostly at his own expense. ]

I don't think I've turned any heads in a crowd except by embarrassing myself, so I can't say I know what you're... talking... about.

[ He follows her gaze towards the bangle. Something about it looks curiously familiar, but he can't place where. Just before he's about to speak up, a small clatter just out of his vision catches his attention as patrons shuffle about.

It's not the same bangle that Aerith found — more of a bracer, this one is, made of a darkened leather, furnished with studded iron. Even so, there's some striking similarities in how it was designed, the small open holes for... gemstones? It looks almost incomplete, like that. It looks like it's meant to fit tightly over the wrist, compared to the bangle. He almost reaches out to it on instinct before logic catches up with him, hands stopping short. He doesn't take his eyes off it, but he does speak up. ]

Someone... leave their jewelry on the bar counter? Easy way for it to get lost.