“Yeah...Hein is a bit of a, well...a stuck up ass. But hey, ya gotta be if you want to get past Shinra’s personnel checks to become an employee there. Our own spy inside the pit of despair.” He gave Lucien a half grin, but that quickly disappeared when he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to say that. “Uh...” he quickly changed the subject and asked his questions. Only once they were answered did he breathe a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>“Good. I’m not in total shit. But how the fuck am I supposed to get in to see Corneo?” Rauly pondered on this for a moment, hand on chin, fingers lazily scratching at his goatee. He could ask some of his old girlfriends. Nah, most of them hated him, and the ones that didn’t would think him a pervert if he ever muttered the words “Honey Bee Inn” to them.<br/><br/>He sighed and slouched down back into the cot, feeling defeated again. He looked up and watched Lucien eat his roasted rat. In another life he’d think that was the most grotesque sight he’d ever seen, but now that he no longer worked for Shinra and spent most of his days down in the slums, this was an unfortunately normal sight. The more he stared at the poor soul, the more he noticed the man’s petite form beneath his baggy clothes. Well, to the hulking man that Rauly was, he supposed everybody looked petite next to him. But he remembered how he appeared to him when he had grabbed him by his neck collar earlier. His face was quite...well...heh, yeah, he could pull it off...but would he?<br/><br/>With his mind made up, he walked over to Lucien and sat near him, his face not too far from his, eyes squinting as he imagined makeup around his eyes and blush upon his cheeks. “Has anybody ever told you that you would look great in a dress?” He spoke softly as he continued to stare intently at him.