[Gaia. That one, he doesn't know — and he'll hold onto it, along with Midgar. It doesn't surprise him to learn of Tseng's occupation in the context of everything else he's observed; he knew Tseng was no ordinary man, for the commanding aura he wields was not carved of nothing. He has met enough men with enough violent skills to recognize the pattern in another. Personal security and intelligence — both well-situated in the context of everything else. The attention to detail, the calm composure, the obscurity.

Tseng describes the club and the madam carefully, and he listens, valuing that honesty. He finds himself wondering if it is better that his own world did not have such places; he also questions whether it is to the detriment of his own people, that those emotions are instead practiced violently, mercilessly upon battlefield opponents. He wonders what it means for Tseng that he is trained to torture and kill — how he came to learn these things, and why it is his identity now.]

I can see what drew you to it. And it was fortunate you found someone like that woman, who could teach you. [The giving and taking of pleasure is so new to him, that he struggles to form it into words even now, but he tries, because he wants to. And Tseng will need to know.] I enjoy acts such as — impact play. But I'm not only interested in pain. So... don't feel like you have to do that for my own sake, if it isn't your particular preference.

What was your position called? The one you held before you arrived here.