Cloud quirks an eyebrow at the man while watching his reaction over his name. He may have been waiting for a comment to come around. When nothing did it surprised Cloud a little. He had expected something but it didn't come at all. Perhaps he had been too used to people making a tease or a jab when they could.

"Hannibal Lecter." He takes in the man's overall appearance seeing if the blood could be anywhere else. Cloud's eyes dart over the rest of the room too seeing if there might have been anything out of the ordinary. He makes a fist with his left hand.

"They're comfortable. I'm used to turtlenecks." Beneath the left sleeve laid a secret that probably smelt of death. "What else would you want to know about them?"