"Oh yes, we are well-stocked. You needn't worry about the contents of your coin purse at all. May as well throw it out or use it as a paperweight."

Cid steps back just enough to lead Clive back the way he came through the automatic doors. They pass Dion's room on the way. "Oh yeah, Crown Prince of Sanbreque is here."

He gives a little two bit whistle and jabs his thumb in the direction. "But at this hour he's at his job at the bakery making deliveries." Cid cannot stamp the amusement out of his voice.

He goes up the steps two at a time to the third floor, suddenly trying to think if he's got anything worth hiding in the apartment.

Though Clive might not even know what he's looking at. It was probably fine.