Cid wants to respond that of course he needs more. He needs Nero here every night in his bed and every day in his workshop, stimulating him body and mind, he needs more than the brief teasing tastes that are so much worse than a full fast.

Instead, he grumpily pulls his pant back up and tries to not look as soft as he feels inside. "Adequate," he mumbles, trying to get to his feet on unsteady legs. "You want it properly, you'll have to wait until we turn in for the night and come by my room."