[Cid gives a rather loud and unamused sigh with a slight roll of his eyes as he stops walking around.] Look sweetheart, all men can be gentleman. I know 'cuz I got that switch I just told ya 'bout. Ya wanna be swept off yer feet? Ain't that hard fer a guy ta do. I'd find some dress whites and show ya myself but I'm married and I'd rather not get hit in the head with a fryin' pan, ya know? Just 'cuz I cuss don't mean I can't romance anybody.

I'mma pilot. An' a war hero. [And by the looks of it Cid's taking a seat somewhere, resting his phone on something so he can light a cigarette up.] I gotta right ta swear like I do. [He takes a long drag before letting it out.] What're you, little miss prim 'n proper?