As the play continued to dance before one who had already pretty much guessed the story as well (never mind that Spencer had already regaled him plenty on the details of the 'legend' beforehand!) Sephiroth idly watched the barely-passable acting with a underlying hint of displeasure. Though he was much too polite to just leave now that it was more than halfway through.

Other than the uncomfort inside the Warrior/Dragoon armor he'd been provided with, Sephiroth had no other benchmark by which he might be able to tie this as reality vs a vivid dream. There were a lot of reasons why he might be feeling hot and overheated physically and his mind were only dragging it into the dream as a way to make it seem more real.

Angeal's soft tone sharply struck out as more relevant, point of fact, and so he smoothly tilted his head first in that direction again before turning his face. What did this impression of Angeal even mean by that? The light crease between Sephiroth's eyebrows was quickly pulled back into his well practiced neutrality though.

"I will consider it."