"I'll take your word for it, since you know the effects and uses of magic far more than I ever will." He supposed if it was a way of life, then the risk of its use was worth it, right? Cid seemed to be living life fast and free, or maybe that was the alcohol and the Valentine's curses the man was probably labouring under. "At least there's an end, though the end point sounds rather awful."

He jammed the cigar between his lips so he could maneuver the case of beer from under his arm to his hand so that he could push it at Cid. If he was aiming for an actual buzz, he actually was going to have to work at it and quickly to overcome his size and weight. "Ah well, I have a sharp memory unless I'm absolutely falling down drunk, and I don't think you could carry me if I was."

He took the bottle from Cid again to finish it off and shrugging his shoulders. "Do you ply all the random strangers to bring back to the sex dungeon - sorry, workshop - this way, or am I special?"