Nero is pulling off his shirt as fast as he possibly can without ripping it and putting his glasses askew at the same time, and only manages one of them. (He has to right his sunglasses on his face once the shirt hits the floor.)

"Of course you had a plan," Nero says, before he kisses again, dragging his teeth over Cid's lower lip to suck on it for a moment. "But you know what? This is better."