"It's fine, I'm the one who made that invitation over." Angeal accepts the hand, squeezing down on it firmly. No one can say his handshake is ever a mismatch with his general appearance.

"And yeah, he was always a quick study with that sort of thing." His smile grows warm. "Especially with dragons."

But then, they don't have to talk too much about that. Not with Angeal's own Bahamutt right next to him, tail wagging as it takes in Squall.

"Anyway, have an idea of where you want to start?"