Tharja: ......
Robin: Hey, uh...Tharja?
Tharja: Oh? You're talking to me, Robin? What a delight! How can I help you?
Robin: Well...I was wondering why you've been following me around all day. I mean, even when you run off to fight a foe, you come straight back to me.
Tharja: Is it so strange for me to want to be by your side every moment of the day?
Robin: Uh, yeah, kinda...
Tharja: But it's so nice to spend time together by the sea. I don't want to miss a moment! Needless to say, if you weren't here, I'd be bored out of my skull. But when I'm with you, it feels as if we've been swept away to an island paradise...
Robin: Oh, uh...okay? Well, in any case, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Tharja: You're so kind, Robin. Can I ask you a favor?
Robin: Uh, sure. What is it?
Tharja: I want you to slather my body with oil.
Robin: S-slather you? With...oil?
Tharja: Well, you wouldn't want my skin to dry out in this heat now, would you? And I can't reach my back and, you know...other places.
Robin: You want me to rub oil on your back?! Don't you think that's a little, um... P-perhaps you'd be better off asking a girl to help?
Tharja: No, I want you to do it. Otherwise, what's the point?
Robin: Uh, I thought the point was to protect your skin...
Tharja: Tee-hee...
Robin: Wh-why are you blushing? Anyway, we're in the middle of a battle. Sorry, but your oil will have to wait. And I really would suggest you ask another woman to help...
Tharja: Robin, wait! Where are you going? Oh, why must he always be so difficult? Still, he can't evade me for long on this beach. There's literally nowhere to hide! Hee... Hee hee hee!