He flashed a quick smile down at Hibi as she finally latched onto his sweater. He hadn't honestly noticed before if moogles did molt or not, Spencer was rather short-furred after all. Oh well, he was about to find out now. It could be worse, he wasn't allergic or anything - or at least as far as he knew.

Sephiroth turned his head back up over to the fight that was starting in earnest, glancing at Yeul momentarily when she spoke . Turned out there weren't only two in the arena, but a fierce group of four men each with different arrangements of armor and weaponry - a cheer went up as the axe-man swiftly drew first blood and a body fell back into the sand. He stood in silence, watching stances between all of them, each swing of their respective weapons and how they were blocked or countered. There was a lot to learn from watching others fight that one simply couldn't just read about.

"Do they have such fighting contests where you are from?" He asked but didn't look down to Yeul with the question.