Reno and his back were both quite thrilled knowing that Rikku and her fingernails were still present and accounted for, and he let her know with a throaty sort of noise against her mouth that was most certainly a throaty-approval-noise. See, he approved. And her belt was gone. Gone, on the floor, out of sight, and he was now questing to see if he could find his way into her shorts without looking.

He had total confidence that it was doable.