He watched Ramza closely, scrutinizing him in a way that clearly indicated that the possession that Sephiroth were entrusting to his care meant a great deal to him. He blinked as Ramza turned back with the exclamation, startled a little at the reaction even as his eyes immediately flicked to the bared gleam of steel that peeked out from the cloth where Ramza had drawn it back.

"I do. And I will, unless that is a problem?" Sephiroth forced himself to look back to Ramza's face, trying to read the other mans body language as he'd simply not understood the gravity of the request. Sure, his blade was special, one of a kind really and made to his exact specifications but on Gaia at least it was the legend they became together than just the blade itself.