[ Having been steadily partaking of his own beer as they spoke, Nanami had finished it while Cloud smiled for his own capability, perhaps for being able to say it and know it true. His cup left on the table, pushed aside. Only notable, and he only tracks that Cloud seems to have finished his, because it cues up the question as to whether they'll keep it at one and return to the fields or laze a little longer.

A question quickly enough answered when Cloud gets himself another, movement in his periphery as Nanami reflects on kittens, flowers and water filters.

Doesn't sound so bad. He'd have said as much if Cloud hadn't moved — that if he enjoys fighting, if he's good at it and there's need, the value of that doesn't need saying. But, if there's a time where there's so little conflict that the only work a combat-specialized mercenary could get was recovering lost kittens, that sounds like a good thing. Or, sounds like it could be a good thing.

Maybe Cloud's too young.

Irrelevant, anyway, because when he gets back with his drink, turns out there'd been something more demanding after all. And since Nanami rarely feels compelled to ask to hear even short, riveting stories, he lets Cloud cut it there. Nanami may not be able to see that smile, but thinks he may be beginnig to recognize other tells: the inflection of his voice, slight dip of his chin, face, toward the glass even as he raises it.

Not a bad joke. Nanami doesn't smirk or smile, but when he crosses his arms and leans, it's forward, more to brace an elbow on the table as he looks up, features not blank, bland, or stoic — but relaxed. ]

Sure. Since you're the one standing, I'll hire you to get me another drink.

[ Ridiculously matter-of-fact — and maybe his tell's in his eyes, exposed as they are with his sunglasses on the table. Less matter-of-fact: ]

I'm not sure I want to know, but what does "more appealing" mean to you in this context?