"Ah, you're a man full of talents." He glanced down, remembering the scarring on Cid's chest while they were on the trolley. It had felt stone-like under his hand. "Is that reversible, or are you going to be hard in select places on your body forever?"

Forced enthusiasm, was it? There was a story behind that, and he filed it away as they continued to walk. Maybe, just maybe, his arm tightened a bit around Cid's shoulders and he readjusted his grip. "So lot of history... I understand."

His other hand reached across them to take the beer bottle back and he chugged half the bottle before offering it to Cid again. "Can't he be both? I'm not giving you more. I'm not drunk enough to discuss that."