It wasn't like the Moogle was receiving special treatment-- Ankh was just kind of sour and unfriendly to everything. He continued to stare at Spencer with a sort of uncertain irritation, idly realizing he had no idea where his Moogle had gotten off to. It wasn't that he was concerned, it was really more that it frustrated him to not know when the damn thing was going to just turn back up and try to be helpful again. At least if she was constantly there he could preemptively shut her up.

Raising his eyes back to Sephiroth, he afforded a dip of his head in lieu of a nod, watching Spencer flit up to the silver-haired man's shoulder. He considered thanking him, but just left it with the curt nod. He wasn't exactly keen on thanking the Moogle, and it hadn't been Sephiroth that had offered the vague intent of assistance.

He really ought to work on not being such a jerk.