[The longer gaze that he captures Yuffie in is an order without having to speak it; she had better find out as he is more than sure he wasn't only missing three of the magical orbs. Quite rightly, he expects she is hoping for exactly that - a glimpse inside the complicated relationship, and Sephiroth is very steadfast in his reluctance not to give anything away. It's not that hard, only Genesis and Angeal really knew him at all, to others he is an impregnable enigma who bleeds the fact that he should be respected.

As such he watches Genesis carefully but without much emotion other than caution allowing to show outwardly while he gets to his feet. He will not talk to such matters even if Yuffie wasn't there, the last time he had tried Genesis had twisted the knife of betrayal even further and -though it hurt still- he's learned from that mistake.]

Perhaps. [Flat tone, only giving Genesis that small inch of a possibility.]

[He straightens himself up, tucking the materia away in a pocket. A flick of a silver bang dismissed out of his eyes in the next motion.] There is nothing left to be said.

[He blinks, drops his expression into a near-frown, and looks directly at Yuffie.] I thought we had conceded to be civil, at least. Please do not enter my room again.

[And then he turns to leave the room. He had trusted her to respect his space like he did hers, and she has bruised that trust. Sephiroth never forgets.]