Balthier wanted to get bratty and tell him that Vayne was and always would be a filthy beast of a man wrapped in golden chocobos feathers. Nothing but evil in a pretty disguise, but he managed to keep himself genial, his arms crossing as they walked, his gaze exploring Wutai slowly.

"I understand, Cid. It matters not. It is merely my own personal distaste for the very man you replaced me with that I choose not to stand in his presence. Forgive me if I cannot accept the unwelcomed addition to our family. Solidors are Solidors and Bunansas are Bunansas. I would choose to be neither." Alright, so maybe that was bratty as well, but at least he hadn't snarked about Vayne's appearance. He honestly never did like to look at the man for more than a few moments.

Shaking his head, he sighed at Cid. "Nethecite here is naught but a trinket. I've no interest in your games of stones."