A hand went over Gladio's shoulder to push his hair back, with maybe a small shake of his head. "I always did have great hair," he agreed, although, really, she was right, that bar was so low you'd trip on it.

There was a small moment after that, and he considered Liliana a little more seriously.

"But thanks."

A soft huff. Maybe even a faint smile, and a lift of his chin.

"Guess I gotta go get you something now, too, huh?"