[The name strikes him, his mind supplying him with Cidolfus, but is that merely a coincidence? The thought of that man leaves him with a sense of loss, the memory that this Cidolfus is exactly that: gone. Though he cannot name the nature of this absence. He can only sense it.]
You cut a handsome figure, Cid.
[He says this while maintaining eye contact, just as instructed.]
no subject
You cut a handsome figure, Cid.
[He says this while maintaining eye contact, just as instructed.]
I am King Barnabas Tharmr.
[Right, he's a king.]