[The longer Sheryl stares at Yuuri's flushed cheeks, the bigger her smirk gets. Sorry, Yuuri, you're starting to remind her of Slaine... Now that she thinks about it some more, he also possesses an obvious baby face. She'll file that in for later, but for now—]

Men of your type would never be suspected of wearing risqué swimwear. [She punctuates with a lift of her finger.] It makes for a nice, surprising contrast!

[Sheryl, please. There's a pout.]

Too long? You should just put your foot down and tell him not to rush you, geez!