Sephiroth was always right. Or quiet. Most of the time it was one or the other and he preferred it that way. Quite opposite to Yuffie he kept his heart as deep in his chest as he could bury it, rather than wearing it on his sleeve. Where no one could know it but him.

He hadn't realized he was staring quite so much though and at the young girls comment Sephiroth looked away again towards the fireplace in the center of the lounge. Idly he wondered how cold it might get during winter here, as it didn't seem that he'd be waking up any time soon. Bitter thoughts indeed, that they almost pulled a scowl to his face.

"My apologies. I don't mean to." He sounded honest enough and with a nod to her, like it would indicate some end to a discussion Sephiroth made out into the hallway and back into the kitchen where Spencer had already started to finish packing away the groceries they had bought.

He was very much the type of guy, that if Yuffie ever did bring up that he held a predictable routine, probably wouldn't even comment back - but then might change it up on purpose. It was obvious as well, by this point, that sharing accommodation was uncomfortable to him.