"That isn't my name, jackass," Cloud huffs back. Angeal always seems to be up to something, and right now seems to be one of those times. Zea what???? This might as well be gibberish.

Before Cloud can argue that further, however, Angeal is ruining that possible deal for a new weapon from the admittedly strange-looking woman before him, and making moves to lead him away. The woman, for her part, looks very unhappy at the turn of events. Her lips curl back to reveal rows of razor-sharp, daggerlike fangs while her entire visage shifts to something a lot more ghoulish.

Not that Cloud pays much attention to that. He can't. Not when Angeal grabs him by the waist. It is like that flips a switch. He gasps, a quiet sound, and goes totally quiet, cheeks going red-hot. He remains dumbfounded for at least two whole minutes.

"Like hell you're a smith," Cloud finally stutters out, thoughts still racing as they restart from that temporary shutdown. He is all too aware of how thin his waist is when compared to Angeal's thick arms. All he can do is keep his feet moving for now and fight for his life to not keep thinking about such things.

Fucking damn it.