Look, this was to be expected when a random nice looking guy flopped into his lap; he had no reason to dislodge him, especially since they seemed to be friendly with one another. His head lifted a little when suddenly there was a head under his chin, and a second later, he relaxed and dropped his chin on the top of Cid's crown. It brought back a lot of old experiences, none of them particularly unpleasant.

He'd been out of the game for awhile, but it seemed he still had some skills with a random stranger who was drunk and fooling around with valentine's curses? "I assumed you did, since you're in my lap." Yes, yes, he knew that wasn't what was meant, forgive a barman a lude joke. "Are you going to show me some sword moves after you sober up?"

His fingers picked and curled those draw strings around his forefinger and then his thumb, aimless and casual in the contact. The fingers under Cid's touch flexed and curled.

"Some. Others I earned on the train. Why? You dig a guy with scars?"