"Wow." Voice flat, Cloud shook his head. There was someone with an over-abundance of both arrogance and self-assurance. Cloud... might envy him that certainty, a little.

Not that Rufus was wrong, he would hardly be a challenge.

"It's..." Shrugging, Cloud looked down to the folder on the coffee table again, chewing his lip. "Still seems like it ought to be a prank."

Mostly because of how completely improbable it felt, how utterly out of left field. It'd make more sense if his father had been someone random - a maintenance worker for the reactor perhaps, or just from one of the surrounding towns.