"Maybe they'll meet up one day and stab each other." It was a light jest on his part; he unfortunately came from a time and place where Zaunites were loyal to each other even when they hated each other. "Or maybe just gripe to each other."

His arms shifted, moving to accommodate the change in position, and he drew his legs together just a touch so it wasn't quite a stretch feat for Cid to straddle him. He set a hand on Cid's hip to limit chances of toppling backwards, no matter how amusing it might be at this stage.

He eyed the bottle and shrugged, taking it from the other man and downing the last of the contents with a few chugs. It wasn't even enough to give him a buzz, but it accented the suddenness of the escalation anyway. "You're not going to sober up and regret this, yeah?"

Just... crossing his t's and dotting his i's here.