Zechs was not attempting to be intrusive - and he’s certainly not going to shake any item of clothing too hard to get a hint of what’s in their pockets, feel the shape of them for weapons. No matter how his paranoia might’ve asked him to.

No, he just helped Cloud drape the clothes along chairs and the like to dry them, making certain it wasn’t dripping onto anything carpeted or upholstered. He could easily clean anything else.

And he planned it so there were two chairs remaining to sit once there is tea. There were multiple uses for a tactical mind, no matter how mundane this was.

“Battle. Tactics,” Zechs nodded as they waited for the kettle to boil. “I’ve picked up a few other skills in peacetime, and since I was first kidnapped - none of which I excel in. Fishing. Caring for horses and chocobos. Cooking. Given the luxury of not having to fight, I have attempted to improve myself in other areas.”