Sephiroth first thought that he hadn't been clear, in the pause that Cloud took to register what he had said. It felt almost as if he might have something on his face that Cloud was staring at but before he could ask the question the blond snapped out of whatever daydream he had been in and stepped out of the way. With a light smile, Sephiroth followed Cloud into his home.

He took a brief glance around inside, though as far as types of housing went there wasn't much difference in this house to his own and it would be impolite for him to start inspecting it. Like picking apart how a person lived within their own space; he certainly wouldn't like anyone doing it to him.

He stepped closer only when Cloud began to talk about the strange black discoloration to his arm again. Looking down and over the bicep as he unwrapped it and then lifted his left hand to gently touch at it, running his leathered finger over the area. It looked rather bruised-

"Does it hurt to touch at?"

He hadn't seen anything like this before, but that was obvious.