[He pokes his cheek with his tongue. Cid only has three thoughts in his head about this. This man was his king. He is Odin, whatever that means. And he is under some supernatural influence. But the problem is that none of that made very much sense to him.]

I think I know a few things about you, but they don’t make any sense to me.

[The other man was certainly unusual, but was he dangerous? He absolutely seemed to have some kind of supernatural influence, though he'd already been surprised by his quick healing. He shakes his head. They could be caught in here forever, and information was in short supply.]

Does the name Odin mean anything to you?

[He sighs and he paces a bit. He can easily connect the apparent fact that he departed with the knowledge that this man is no longer his king. He thinks about his moniker. Not very flattering.]

A departure on my part… I wish I knew what that meant. We must have hit our heads. Though… something tells me that would permanently injure you.

Dammit, but we can figure it out if we can get out of here. We must be friends of some sort, or we may as well act like it.

[He shakes his head.]

Alright, focus. Focus. That room with the eye contact and the compliments means business. We should rehearse, perhaps. I'm going to get sick of all of this before long.