[A part of him is almost jealous, that Cloud had a friend like that. Something real, and not just illusions- He shoved the thought away, shaking his head.]

That's the only way to go about it, really. [He shrugs, and then almost humorously:] Don't tell that to my creator, though. He'd likely throw a fit.

[From his files, he gets the feeling that Vexen was a perfectionist. Don't mind the laugh that escapes him as he draws his rapier.]

So how about it? Show me what you've come up with so far.