As awkward as Yuffie made him feel, there was no reason to be as rude to her as she might feel obligated to be towards him. Though Sephiroth was forever aloof and carried himself on something of an elevated plane over others, the fact was that some situations logically called for civilized discussion.

The short grunt that was issued back at Yuffie's first question said clearly on it's own; 'don't go there' as he continued to dry his hair, working from the top and rubbing the towel between hands in firm circles as he worked down the mass of wet silver - he didn't seem at all phased whether or not walking around topless was appropriate or not; this was his own home as much as Yuffie's!

"Yes," Finally he drew the towel away from the matted, tangled mess that was left behind and turned towards the bed - spreading the towel out over the foot of the same which is where it might get dry for a while before he'd put it through the wash. There weren't a lot of things around Sephiroth's bedside, or really very much in the way of clutter in his room at all, yet he still awarded Yuffie a stern look as she turned his useless cellphone around in her hands. "Things-"