Lets out a puff of smoke and shuts his eyes as he takes in the rich flavors of his cigarillo's smoke, before noticing Clive staring at him and taking it out of his mouth, offering it to him. "Want to try taking a pull?"
Clive only realizes he has been staring at Cid's mouth when his voice pulls him from it. He blinks, his own lips parting. The sweet scent of Cid's cigarillos fills his nose, by now a familiar one, a comforting one even.
For all his attention to the smaller motions tied to this, he has not yet thought about asking for a smoke himself and he isn't entirely certain that his fairly new habit of staring at Cid while he is smoking has anything to do with Clive's curiosity about the taste, or if it is footed in an entirely different kind of desire.
His gaze shifts to the offered cigarillo, and he leans in before he can find a reason not to, lips fitting around the end of it in a way that he thinks similar to what he has seen Cid do countless times. He doesn't even think to take it from him, simply lets Cid hold it still as he steps into his space. Clive breathes in and—
—immediately starts coughing. "By the Flames..." he croaks after and coughs again, more quietly, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. It happens a few more times behind a raised hand and he has to turn his head away, cheeks turning red with embarrassment at his rather violent reaction.
He shudders after calming down, face scrunching up, finding the taste decidedly less pleasant than the smell. Clive shakes his head then, nose twitching still. "I think I'm better off watching you—"
His mouth clicks shut. He clears his throat.
Uh...
