[ Cloud might not hold any Cordis traits, but that didn't make his appetite any less...well, impressive. Then again, the blond swordsman's body was like a furnace. He works himself so hard, and despite carrying something between a wiry and built frame, it takes a lot to fuel him. So his ears perk up, as well as the smell of beef in the air. ]

Mm. Tifa's a friend from my childhood. [ But there's a reason he's bringing this up, of course! ] She's the toughest martial artist on the planet.

[ His, he means. There's a lot of tough opponents here. Speaking of tough opponents, his eyes follow where Ayer is cooking as he lifts the cup of tea in his hands. ]

If you're ever in the market for more hand-to-hand sparring.