One slender silver eyebrow pitched upwards in a high arch towards Sparks and Sephiroth near enough froze mid-sip. Slowly lowering his wide tumbler of a glass as the Marshal continued. Carefully looking over the other man as if trying to read where exactly he might have gotten that impression from. Surely he knew well enough that currently, he was already about as relaxed as he was going to allow himself to get.

If he wanted to wallflower all night and watch everyone else, at least then someone could respond if something went wrong. Sephiroth felt a little insulted, as a result, that for some reason Sparks didn't see that.

"Trust me. I'm not looking for a fight. That's not to say I'd not break one up if it erupted."

As for whether they were all really alive or not, and how that held any ground to be celebrating was so far beyond Sephiroth that he couldn't rightly put it into words.