"You don't know what you're talking about," Nida snarls, dropping Tidus's hand. Yeah. No. He's done with this dance. He twists out of the hand at his back and then moves to bow. An end to the dance, given with a dark look in his eyes.

After all, Tidus is right. Nida's whole goal was to distract himself in that way. But he hadn't wanted to HEAR someone say it.