Despite the toxic way Yuffie put it, Sephiroth would really prefer for her to simply not be around while he was in any position where he might be vulnerable. It was bad enough that she slept only in a room down the hall; he had no idea when her resentment toward him might turn into something other than tantrums, sarcastic remarks or nicknames. Not that he'd admit that was the reason for his less-than restful sleep.

He continued to work the cream into the sunburn on the arm closest to the door as Yuffie stopped and made her retort. He paused in the motion for a moment long enough to raise his eyes, over the top of his lean bicep, to her again.

"There's no need to be such a brat about it." His voice wasn't quite stern, but matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not nearly as bad as it was before."