"You're not my type," Moody quipped in response to Gideon's initial reaction. It didn't phase him, though - he'd become used to that sort of response over the years. At first it bothered him, but he grew tougher until he couldn't give a damn what other people thought about him.
"Like it, eh?" Moody pointed to his Eye. "Best fucking thing that ever happened to me. If I had known they had these sooner, I would've taken out my eye on my own." He chuckled darkly. "Sit the fuck down, Gideon." Despite his language, he was very pleased to see his old teammate alive after all these years and even smiled, though it was rather lopsided due to the heavy scarring on his face. "Not only can I see in all directions, but I can see through shit. Got night vision, too."