Don't worry, Cloud, he's well aware you're the escort. His awkward phrasing just made it seem like he was saying the opposite. (Whoops!)

"Got it." He doesn't question the suggestion when it seems sound enough in his mind. Victor isn't the guy anyone would call on for a fight, and he's at peace with that knowledge. Especially as a skitter and rasping sounds closer to them, joined in discordant harmony with another soft skitter-thump-thud.

"How fast are these things over a short distance anyway?"