“Yeah, but you are susceptible to boredom. What are you doing here, then? You don’t need it. You don’t seem to even want to see me,” Cid furrows his brows as the love magic strains under the weight of Barnabas’ contempt.

Since Barnabas did not stop his hand, Cid full on cups his jaw. That looks seems to overtake him again. “…That’s right. You don’t like to talk. You just like action.”

The innuendo hangs heavy on that word.