The edges of Sephiroth's nose flared a little as Mordecai spoke of Shinra. It was two fold, the irritation he felt at the others' mention of the company he'd dedicated his life towards and that made it impossible to cover up or divert attention from. The SOLDIER's loyalty was still intact. He had treasured memories which he held associated with it, after all, close to his heart still even though he now knew more of the various layers of smokescreen they had set up around him. His entire existence had been a carefully controlled experiment, and just before he'd come to Crystallis he'd been about ready to lift the lid...

Glaring eyes blinked heavily and he tore his gaze from the Barkeep, quickly finding the floor in a vain attempt to regain some composure. It had not only touched a raw nerve, but the comment had flicked it a few times and now it was inflamed - sitting at the front of Sephiroth's mind.

He frowned further as direct words came bubbling up from on top of all those thoughts.

"Yes really. That man...he wouldn't suffer your concern."

It wasn't really answering the question, with regards to if Sephiroth referred to events in the past, this conversation, or potential future outcomes, and that in itself potentially threw even more of a shadow on the silver-haired heroes current state of mind. Perhaps it wasn't all that surprising, considering how things were the last time Mordecai saw him.