Cid watches Vander play with the strings of his shirt as his head swims rather pleasantly.

Maybe Cid just wanted something… or someone easy and agreeable, for a change. Was that so bad? He chuckles, warm and deep, the rasp of his voice crackling through. “…Well. Maybe I should, if I can teach you to guard a bit better.” He runs his thumb over the knife scar on his forearm. There was fun in the push and the pull of innuendo. He pulls back slightly, only to press it all forward.

“…If I say yes, will you show them to me?”