[ He gives Claude a friendly nudge in the side just before a door opens. He'd meant to ask Claude more of how he and Dion knew each other, but had decided that he might as well save the small talk for when the three of them managed to meet up. Even without the context of their relationship, Cid knows them both well enough to know what he's seeing the moment they lay eyes on each other.

He really ought to have guessed.

Cid returns Claude's grin, the two of them not unlike a pair of sharks scenting blood. ]

Claude liked it. [ Cid says, by way of reply to that scolding. He thumbs the corner of his mouth, trying to suppress some of his own amusement. ] Some of us are more welcome than others, seems like.

[ He sidles past Dion and Claude, letting himself into the room while affording the two of them some modicum of privacy for their lingering moment. He assesses the room quickly and invites himself to sit — on a chair, if he can find one, and what he assumes is Dion's bed, if not. He nods at Claude. ] Aye. Let's have a moment to get acquainted before we're off wandering again.

[ Cid digs a cigar out of his jacket, apparently keen to make himself comfortable and annoy Dion all at once. ] Claude and I are friends. It was our good fortune to run into each other while looking for you.