"Of course." Joshua pauses mid-strip, bare now from the waist up, to work at unfastening and removing Cid's jacket as swiftly as he can. Exposing Joshua's chest and arms has also exposed the extent to which his own curse has spread, as well as the wound from Ultima - worse than it was before that final confrontation, but better in that it's finally, slowly, scarring over.

He himself pays none of that any mind, focused solely on getting Cid's clothes off. He doesn't stop with the man's jacket, continuing on to every clasp and buckle he can find. "Quickly, now," he murmurs, going to one knee to unfasten Cid's boots next.