[ Cid is hardly the shy sort, but he feels a flush creep up the side of his neck just the same, if only because of the unexpected nature of the gesture. Though Dion is careful of his claws this time, Cid can feel the lingering warmth of the fire from his fingertips. He wishes he was so good at self-deception that he could believe that lingering warmth is all it is.

He hasn't forgotten their little encounter in the dream. Though the circumstances were different, and they were both different people then, he's reminded of it in these odd intimate moments. He makes himself take a breath. He really ought to go and find himself some company after this, before he does something far too foolish for a man of his years.

He taps Dion's chest with the back of his hand, his grin returning. ] I hardly need apologies for a few scratches and a love bite. You best do a proper job the next time or I'll start to think the great Bahamut has a soft spot for me.

[ He's glad that Dion's turned away when he carries on, because Cid raises his eyebrows at that. Surely he doesn't mean..? ]

Right. [ Cid clears his throat and turns to put out the remainder of his cigar. ] Nothing's amiss, other than the location. It looks as if the whole thing was transported instantly without so much as a bump. It might be that we can get it back to where it belongs if we focus — you on restoring your Horizon, and me on moving this out of it.