[Airy as the reply is, Sephiroth knows there’s weight behind it. He likes the look of her, too, trying to stave off shyness — or the consideration that must be flitting through her head as she worries at her bottom lip. He has enough sense to only smile, though, and not comment on it.]

I’m honored.

[That she’d allow it.

And then she mentions him staying overnight— using the bed, not the table, and Sephiroth’s brows raise. Embarrassment is not nearly as keen as it once was, but she still catches him off-guard; not to mention putting lurid images in his head with a throwaway comment. The table...]

I’d be lying if I said… I hadn’t been thinking about it since. [Thinking about what? Staying the night? The things they did to each other before, and how they might repeat it somewhere a bit more comfortable? Both.

Time to take a long pull of his drink.]

It’s been a distraction, you know. Remembering what we did. I’ve skewered too many training dummies in half during the day.

[(This is couched as a joke, of course. As though he cares about his training regimen comparatively.)]