Unbecoming for a king, perhaps, though who’s going to tell you otherwise, mm? Not unusual for them have their share of concubines, right?

[Cid does not touch what that might mean for him. He simply sits up, edging himself back into the water beside the larger man. A craving burns a hole in his chest, one that he cannot identify, but he knows it has something to do with his mouth.]

[Maddening. He chews his the inside of his cheek.]