Being a picky husband sounded like the beginning of another Story to Cloud but one that probably wouldn't involve him. In fact, Stories involving picky princes usually ended up with clever princesses who knew how to cook delicious soup and smuggle small items around on their person like tiny gold spinning wheels. Which sounded, to Cloud at least, someone Tseng might actually enjoy being married to.

Even if the idea of Tseng being married was still a little world lurching inside Cloud's head if he thought of it too hard.

With a head shake to focus himself back on the immediate, he stood up.

"Shouldn't be hard." He was the one with the motorcycle after all. Still, he wasn't going to let Tseng take all the risk. He could at least find a way to make the kill easier. Eyes narrowed in thought in his furry face, he finally gave a quick nod and looked back up at the Turk, a strange wolfish smirk growing on his face. "We're going to need to stop somewhere and get me some pepper first."