Sparks is a bit offended by the idea that someone out there thinks he needs help getting a date, especially someone he evidently doesn't know. But at the same time, whoever's idea this was - either this mystery person, or someone who put them up to it - it wasn't exactly a bad match, at least as far as Sparks's type goes.

He seems lost in thought on something when Olivier turns to him, and he snaps back.

"Oh, uh, sure. I mean, the whole entire reasoning is dumb, but like, we're here and ya said ya needed a chocobo, so we might as well get that done, right?"