It most definitely does not make him any happier. It only makes his eyes narrow and his stance take on something way closer to a combative one, until the blond catches himself and huffs, tightening his hands into fists at his sides and relaxing. Well, relaxing his posture. That buzz is ever present, without an outlet. Maybe he should go try hitting a tree as a target dummy again.

There's a certain way that Angeal squares up, however, that lights a fire in Cloud's mako eyes. Still, he stays put.

"You mean all the mysterious shit you can't tell me. Great. Makes you so sure you have all the answers." Except Cloud knows in this case Angeal did have a solution. After some thought, the blond is even...Cautiously optimistic about how the discussion with Sephiroth went.

Not that he's about to thank Angeal. He's got enough hot air from the satisfaction of it all anyway. Cloud holds onto what shreds of pride he can for dear life. The last few pillars holding up a worldview that is rapidly crumbling apart with Sephiroth not being a monster, and Genesis and Angeal alive and knowledgeable of things he cannot yet comprehend.

"You elite Firsts are a real pain in the ass."

Said with all the gusto of a fellow First who knows no better of it.