[Let it not be said that the Turks aren't dangerous. Even the more... boisterous of them carry a deadly bite, and it speaks volumes that Tseng is so high-ranking. Not the kind of enemies you want to make. But... should that ever come to pass, Tseng had best be sure he can land a killing shot. Nothing is more dangerous than a wounded animal with the will to live, and Tseng would be inflicting more than just physical injury. He'd have Sephiroth descending upon him like a vengeful wraith.
--But Tseng is right, of course. Surely that would never happen.
A wisp of a smile passes across that so-called plush curve of his lips, once Tseng remarks upon his placement in Sephiroth's preferences. And he notices-- he sees Tseng's eyes drifting down his nose, towards his mouth. It's likely a mistake, he reasons-- because surely Tseng is much too professional a man to - what's the word - ogle?]
There are plenty of others lower than Fair.
[Shinra isn't without its share of idiots, after all. Or... maybe that's just Sephiroth's way of admitting that Zack isn't as bad as he'd like everyone to think. Either way... not a terrible place to be on Tseng's part.
Sephiroth gingerly finishes smoothing the ointment over the injury, wiping his fingers off against some scraps of gauze before he moves on to dressing the wound. --And then he catches Tseng's eyes again. Briefly. Just enough that he's... requestioning his questioning now, as it were. (Why does this suddenly feel more complicated than it needs to be?) For some odd hour-long seconds, he rolls it over and around in his mind, considering and reconsidering. It's certainly easier to pretend that it didn't happen-- that it doesn't keep happening. But then... when does Sephiroth ever choose the easy route?
And with that in mind, something roguish coils in the lines of his mouth. His chin remains tipped down-- his attention seemingly focused on snipping the necessary pieces of gauze and tape. But then his eyes flick up, soundly meeting Tseng's, and even through the veil of his eyelashes, Sephiroth's gaze is sharp, intent, knowing.]
Is there something intriguing to you, Tseng?
[It's a vaguely kept question, but he knows this Turk is more than smart enough to know he's been caught. Sephiroth is more… curious to see how he'll handle it, perhaps.]
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--But Tseng is right, of course. Surely that would never happen.
A wisp of a smile passes across that so-called plush curve of his lips, once Tseng remarks upon his placement in Sephiroth's preferences. And he notices-- he sees Tseng's eyes drifting down his nose, towards his mouth. It's likely a mistake, he reasons-- because surely Tseng is much too professional a man to - what's the word - ogle?]
There are plenty of others lower than Fair.
[Shinra isn't without its share of idiots, after all. Or... maybe that's just Sephiroth's way of admitting that Zack isn't as bad as he'd like everyone to think. Either way... not a terrible place to be on Tseng's part.
Sephiroth gingerly finishes smoothing the ointment over the injury, wiping his fingers off against some scraps of gauze before he moves on to dressing the wound. --And then he catches Tseng's eyes again. Briefly. Just enough that he's... requestioning his questioning now, as it were. (Why does this suddenly feel more complicated than it needs to be?) For some odd hour-long seconds, he rolls it over and around in his mind, considering and reconsidering. It's certainly easier to pretend that it didn't happen-- that it doesn't keep happening. But then... when does Sephiroth ever choose the easy route?
And with that in mind, something roguish coils in the lines of his mouth. His chin remains tipped down-- his attention seemingly focused on snipping the necessary pieces of gauze and tape. But then his eyes flick up, soundly meeting Tseng's, and even through the veil of his eyelashes, Sephiroth's gaze is sharp, intent, knowing.]
Is there something intriguing to you, Tseng?
[It's a vaguely kept question, but he knows this Turk is more than smart enough to know he's been caught. Sephiroth is more… curious to see how he'll handle it, perhaps.]