There was little point having a glaring match with a teenager, Sephiroth knew much better than that so he didn't hold it for long. Not long enough to even notice Yuffie's attempt to stop herself from doing so. One pink area of skin coated, Sephiroth got another load of cream on his fingertips and began to apply it to the other side. It wasn't a smelly substance at all, even if it did smell almost too floral for his taste - still, it did the job.

Truth was, he wasn't happy at all with the tension between them but really he'd already resolved that was how it was going to be. He couldn't honestly offer an apology for the reasons she hated him and so he just didn't visit it at all. Difference being, he was much less vocal about it than Yuffie was and simply filtered it out of irritating him; he was more mature like that.

"Well no. But it's not going to change, so what's the point discussing it?"