[A potion used for... fun? Can you hear the gears straining in his head?]

...An aphrodisiac? [He blurts it out, surprised that such a thing would be given away at the peace talks, and only belatedly realizes her look turning embarrassed, skewing away from him.

He suddenly feels it, too, feeling warm across his cheekbones.

Sephiroth clears his throat.]

I don't know what kind of message that sends, given out as a prize by officials. [It's weirdly amusing. He looks down at his food.] But it would be thoughtless to waste it.