[He catches the awkwardness to his interaction with that. No wonder, surely it was fresh and complicated for him. No man his age had truly happily accepted his death, after all. There would be some adjustment.]

[Cid drinks his cup quick, finding this a simple task with how indeed sweet it is. Pleasantly tart, too. And as bidden, the keep refills it.]

[Cid finally takes the time to really look at Dion, now that they weren't moving and navigating crowds. He had never had the chance to see him so up close like this before, and he figured many hadn't. Greagor, he was pretty— ]

Wearing gauntlets even in your social clothes, hm?

[As he holds his glass to his lips, the orange lantern light adds a bit of warmth back to the patchy stone of his knuckles.]

Couldn't figure out how to get my gloves back from the stolas and said fuck it. Too hot for them anyhow.