He got the impression that the teen had 'zoned out' pretty early on, which irked him more than a little. Sephiroth was hardly the talkative type, but when he did speak he expected others to listen. On purpose, he stopped combing at his hair and dropped his arms to his sides at her next question.

"Did you hear anything that I just said?" But really, he already knew the answer. Sephiroth turned away back towards the dresser and rolled his eyes privately when he wasn't facing her. Just how difficult could it be to live with this girl? He placed the comb on the top and opened a small pot of a white cream - deciding to tend to the fading sunburn first.

"Do I even want to hear what you'd trade with?"