A bar and a strip club are two very different things. Particularly ones that have no issue kidnapping others.
[He only matches her look with a hard one of his own. It's not as if he's trying to belittle her skills, but he has some valid concerns. Especially considering the lengths these people have already shown in taking a squad of knights to be part of their group.
And when his gaze follows hers and he sees the unsurprising behavior of a few patrons towards the girls...that annoyed, unsettling feeling returns. Again, he knows Tifa could just punch them if they crossed too far, and really that should be more than enough for him to not care.
But in the end, he still finds himself not liking it for whatever reason. Maybe it's because she's a friend?
—Ah, yes, that's it. Unlike if this were Ilsa, Beatrix, or Zeta, women he knows and has more confidence in them doing their part, Tifa is...different. It's a little more...
...Personal...?
...
Whatever, not the time. He's still not bothering to hide his displeasure about this whole thing, even if a part of him knows he shouldn't be treating her any differently and that he should trust she can do it.]
But fine, if this is what you want to do, do it. [He then takes his drink and downs it all in one go before slamming it down on the table. He does notice the taste somehow stronger than before, but he just ignores it and stands.] I'll get their attention.
[When did he start letting his emotions get in his way, dammit— Let's just get this over with.]
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[He only matches her look with a hard one of his own. It's not as if he's trying to belittle her skills, but he has some valid concerns. Especially considering the lengths these people have already shown in taking a squad of knights to be part of their group.
And when his gaze follows hers and he sees the unsurprising behavior of a few patrons towards the girls...that annoyed, unsettling feeling returns. Again, he knows Tifa could just punch them if they crossed too far, and really that should be more than enough for him to not care.
But in the end, he still finds himself not liking it for whatever reason. Maybe it's because she's a friend?
—Ah, yes, that's it. Unlike if this were Ilsa, Beatrix, or Zeta, women he knows and has more confidence in them doing their part, Tifa is...different. It's a little more...
...Personal...?
...
Whatever, not the time. He's still not bothering to hide his displeasure about this whole thing, even if a part of him knows he shouldn't be treating her any differently and that he should trust she can do it.]
But fine, if this is what you want to do, do it. [He then takes his drink and downs it all in one go before slamming it down on the table. He does notice the taste somehow stronger than before, but he just ignores it and stands.] I'll get their attention.
[When did he start letting his emotions get in his way, dammit— Let's just get this over with.]