Roman listened quietly, his face carefully blank as he considered. That was significantly more than he'd expected from this nut job. And yeah, he was still a nut job. That came with the territory of vengeance and mass destruction, especially considering that Genessia wasn't even the world that did this to him. But he obviously had a keen mind behind all that madness, and who didn't want to see society brought to its knees? Well-- who among the people Roman associated with, anyway. He didn't trust this 'god' but he might be able to respect him, and that was a start.

He pulled out two cigars and lit one. He wasn't quite ready to commit, but for the first time he didn't look like he was ready to turn and run at a moment's notice. He stepped forward and offered the other cigar to Kefka.

"There's not going to be any brainwashing involved, is there? Because I would make a pretty horrible devotee. Robes don't suit me at all."