"Hm." He could but agree with that statement even if, technically, Sephiroth probably wouldn't be as left-footed on the dance floor if he were but to try. Considering swordsmanship of any level requires a certain precision of movement and command over balance that wasn't dissimilar to the way one might use in dance, one might argue that his own excuse was all just hot-air.

Prior to the engagements with Mograma, Sephiroth had hardly frequented the police station within Aqures Ixen; he had much and more to do with his time when he was in the City as opposed to drilling troops or writing reports at Esdham. However, much as Saori had her own responsibilities and was known to excel in them, the same could be said for the silver-haired Colonel. His presence at least once a week at the headquarters had become routine since he'd been delegated ultimate responsibility for Mograma's open-parole; he needed to be kept updated, where he couldn't be five places at once.

He raised his glass -which was clearly lightly-sparkling water as opposed to champagne- and took a sip before replying.

"Much as with your work, I'm sure. Quite often, there is little else." Bangs fell away from the side of his face as Sephiroth tilted his head slightly to one side, thinking over a further comment before making the same.

"I try, though. Terra...seems happier, at least."