[that sounds an awful lot like a trick question. Maybe Cloud's hung around with tricksters mischievous women too long but - yeah, he's going to clarify that point. Firmly.]

No.

I just want to get this damn makeup on [another hit to the lipstick before he gives up and tosses it back on the counter] so I can pass for female long enough to go find my girls without causing a ruckus at a whore house. A different whore house. Then I want to cause a ruckus on my way back out the door and never, ever see whatever that thing is [there's a gesture toward a curling iron] ever again.