[ Nice? He's nice? There's something in him that almost wants to laugh at the thought--he can't think of anyone else describing him with such kind, complimentary words, though he's sure both Aerith and Tifa would argue that he can be a nice guy. He doesn't have the heart to tell the stranger that it might be unlucky, in the end, to have met him--trouble tends to follow him wherever he goes, after all.

With a soft nod to the merchant, a murmured appreciation and passing of coin, Cloud accepts the small packaged amulet back, and awkwardly, holds it out with one hand for Kazutora to take. ]

...Cloud. My name's Cloud. [ Is he actually turning a little pink? He might be. ] Don't call out for Handsome or Hero. You'll get at least ten guys who will come running.

[ With the amulet passed over to Kazutora, he resumes folding his arms across his chest, frowning slightly. ]

So where are you staying now, then? If you don't have a place... Well.