Genesis pauses mid-motion to bring the glass to his lips again. His gaze flicks sidelong to Cloud, and an elegantly groomed brow raises at him. Oh, well isn't that a curious response to something innocuous?

"In so few words," Genesis explains, and smiles against the rim of his drink before swallowing another sip of what is essentially acholic truth serum. "I'd trailed him from the shadows plenty. Fond is... perhaps too small a word, even."