“And? Did I get in your way again?” Sephiroth inquires, tilting his head at you patiently. There’s an amused smile forming on his face. Usually, he takes care of missions before you or any of the Turks can investigate, which has lately led to a bit of conflict. Of course, none of your colleagues are half as inclined to confront him as you are. Sephiroth always looks forward to it, how you’re always so eager to argue.

He crosses his arms and leans down slightly to await your response, his gaze sweeping across the cut of your suit and the way it looks on you. Your dynamic is a bit like cat and mouse, except he’s never once been the mouse. “Well?” he prods, bemused.