She can look as monstrous as she likes, but Angeal figures they've done nothing really wrong. And he has some bullshit plans in place if she tries to confront him on it. As it is, however, he just flashes back a simple wink over his shoulder.

Fuck off.

As it is, however, things almost go well for about two minutes - which is longer than he really thought he'd get with Cloud. He knew the waist grab would throw the guy off-guard. This is just way more off-guard than he would have thought. He'll have to drop this little bit of information for Genesis... and maybe the Sephiroth he's dating, although he's not sure how inclined he will be to this sort of thing just because of the history going on here.

You never know, however.

"I mean, I probably don't qualify for a professional title as much," Angeal says, when Cloud's brain finally stutters into functioning order again. He's not leaving the waist-grab, Angeal mentally notes. "But I do know my way around one. Had a pretty good set-up before I was in here, however. Was working on a new sword for myself with a couple of different ideas from different problem thinkers."

He says, fondly. At least of Themis. Dirk Strider is... That was a whole thing, they probably shouldn't worry about it.

"What, you want me to show you proof?"