"Told you," Cloud mutters, looking up to watch Genesis' blade fail utterly to cut into the rock effectively.

The hand on his back is warm, and Genesis' proximity makes him feel even warmer. That breath ghosting over his bare skin sends a little shiver down his spine, and when he turns his head to answer the question, he realizes just how close Genesis' face is to his own.

"Does it look like I could try much from here? Pulling and swinging hard is about it. Didn't want to risk getting more stuck."

That said...something subtle has changed, he thinks, since Genesis touched him. He's still just as trapped, but there's a slight...moisture, maybe, under his fingers that wasn't there before.

...oh for fuck's sake.

"Ugh. Pretty sure I know what'll work, actually." His face flushes slightly. "You're...making me warmer. Think it's melting a little."