Cloud Strife was, as it were, pacing back and forth in his room, chest heavy and claws flexing in and out as he tried to calm himself down. This wasn't like the full moon usually was. He'd learned how to control himself. He'd never have agreed to a relaxing night with Tifa if he'd known his inner beast would be so dominant tonight. The other day... when he'd lost control... That had to be why. Tifa did things to him, and now that he'd had a taste, he was having difficulty refraining now while his more feral instincts were heightened.
"Just give me a minute!" he half-growled, half-snapped back, cursing himself for the harsh tone. Dammit, now she was bound to be even more curious.