[he's about to complain about the slap to his shoulder, but referencing him as her bodyguard all but puts that display of frustration to the side. there's even a smile, too, to go with it.]

Better luck next time in trying to get rid of you, then.

[he means it playfully—and, well, it's one of the first few times he's allowed himself to keep his guard down while here. the weight to her hand on his shoulder is proof enough that she's really here, and boy has cloud missed everyone.]

How about we sit? [motioning towards the room he just came from.] No one else is here right now, and we should talk about what's happening.