“And make you outrun the Behemoths? I’d never,” he says, the words pressed through and formed by his smiling. “I plan on using you as a pillow, anyway. That wouldn’t do me any good.”

Cid cheers at the other man making quick work of the beers. Looks like he’s at least doing him damnedest to catch up.

“Aye, all they cost me was a bit of my time. I was mainly getting the lay of the land. And that, I surely did.” He winks at the other man, though it’s about pitch dark anyway.

But that was a thought for another time.

“… I can get up to a bit of mischief with a pair of cuffs, if that’s what you like.” He said it like it was something he liked, but on the conditional of approval.

“No, no need to drag a case all the way here if you intend to meet me at the pub later. …Though maybe I should get a wagon and stock up properly. There used to be a pub inside the castle walls, you know. It’s quite the journey leaving the citadel for every damn thing.”