Noctis isn't the only one feeling a bit of warmth. Rose is not, it must be said, generally attracted to the male form, but context does a lot for her, and Noctis is trying so hard to be a good cocksucker for her. (And for himself, granted, but let Rose have this.)

"Wait--" But Noctis doesn't wait. In his choking fit he bites Rose's soggy sword in half, and the sensual moment collapses into absurdity. Rose's attempt not to laugh results in a stupidly-extended snort, which only makes her inevitable laughter louder. She unwittingly leans against him for support, clutching her sides, until she's able to tame her laughter and catch her breath.

Rose wipes tears from her eyes, then glances down to see the red string of fate finally fall loose. "Oh. Ooh." Rose's ribs ache, but it's good. "Victory's ours. But at what cost?" She looks at the dismembered confection and tosses it aside, its erotic power spent. With her weapon lost, she tentacle-crouches to wind the red string in a neat loop and bind it with a knot.

"This might come in handy sometime." She looks up at Noctis. "But it probably bound us together for a reason. I don't suppose you had a fortune you needed told? No charge."

Of course, fate goes both ways, and it communicates in patterns. It's obvious what she got out of this encounter. First Rose met a friendly, energetic girl. Then, a stoic man in shades. And now, a heroic dork. She's being made to feel at-home, to view her time in Amani as an adventure rather than a chore. One more turn on the merry-go-round.

Rose already knew she'd be staying, but she might actually have some fun, despite herself. That's fine.