[Clive shoots Cid an exhasperated look that he likely picked up from spending an excessive amount of time with Otto and shakes his head.]

What are you, in your forties? That's not old, Cid.

[Clive sits and carefully pulls the underwear up. Surprisingly, it has a significant amount of stretch and makes it to his hips. Unsurprisingly, it does very little to support his nethers. Not to mention the back doesn't cover him at all. He sighs, stands, and tries to do some rearranging.]

How do people even wear these things?

[He looks up to see Cid going to put on his stockings.]

If you're not a little more careful with those, they're going to tear.