[Placidly he watches as Cid invades his personal space, but he doesn't seem bothered. His eyes go to the offered hand, and for a moment he nearly doesn't take it. Then he does, shaking it halfheartedly.]

Indeed. I suppose we will learn as much about ourselves as we will each other in the coming days. It is reasonable to attempt to familiarize.

[Just as Cid is getting familiar with that scar on his chest. Barnabas waits a moment, then:]

I am not possessed of the memory of what bequeathed me this scar, lest you continue to wonder. Or has something else caught your eye?