"When have you ever known me to quit while ahead?" Genesis huffs a little, but leans onto Sephiroth. He's about to protest when a pang of hunger actually does hit him, as if reminded that all he's had to eat lately had been too much laced alcohol. And that hardly counts. With a reluctant sigh and nod, Genesis has to agree.

"So maybe I am. Is my dear prince going to indulge us with breakfast in bed, perhaps?"