"Are you offering?" Cloud's poor attempt at a joke, and his serious tone really didn't help in the slightest. Finishing his apple, he tossed the core into the trash, crossing his arms.

The blonde shook his head, adjusting the guard that held the sword against his back. "I don't dance. I... can't." He really couldn't. Sure, he could do the stiff slow dancing thing with Tifa, but she'd only recently taught him that back in their own world, so this Tifa really didn't know he could almost, sort of, kind of dance.

"What's your name, anyway?" It was uncomfortable to talk to someone whose name he didn't know.