[Alas, the most disappointed of mom frowns(?) have no effect against someone shameless. Cid does not have a shame bone in his body. He doesn't even have a shame hair.

Instead he fluidly gets rid of the offending giant broom as soon as the new one pops into existence; now, if only his broom creation were as alacritous as his broom destruction.]

Ooh... You make it look so easy. It's even all color-coordinated.

[Pro populus meus.

"For my people." The incantation can really say a lot about a person; he remembers something like this from his forays into religious fanaticism, actually. Maybe this honor student is actually just a Catholic? It's something to keep an eye on, even if his broom is quite eye-catching.

He really doesn't want to have to deal with more weird missionaries. Cid instead makes sure his gaze is an admiring one, because it is a nice broom.]

But don't worry. I'm the tenacious type.