Final Fantasy XII, Larsa/Penelo, "Which will I be, the empress or the concubine?"
"You'll be the pirate," Larsa told her, all seriousness despite the playful tone with which Penelo had asked the question.
He regretted the words the instant they were out of his mouth, if only for a sudden and very vivid mental image of Penelo dressed in the regalia of an empress, all gold armor and sweeping cape, outshining the very sun... which was very quickly followed by the image of Penelo in the sheer silks and twinkling chains of an imperial concubine, and sweet Gaia that was enough to make his composure wobble.
It was only a moment's lapse, but Penelo caught it anyway, judging by the wicked spark in her eyes. Either pity or a further mischievousness prompted her to wait until Larsa had regained his equilibrium before responding. "Well," she said, mock-serious. "I suppose that means I ought to kidnap and ravish you without delay."
Oh, strike me, Larsa thought happily, all sorts of indecent mental images dancing in his head as Penelo grabbed his wrists and pulled him down the hallway.