Sephiroth nods. What Zechs says makes perfect sense, and it's something he really should have factored in. But then this world is new to him; he hasn't entirely adjusted to accommodating for their living in a digital simulation yet. No doubt it's easier for residents who've been here longer, and it'll become second nature to him in time as well.

At the mention of more aggressive people, Sephiroth snorts, and a smirk plays at his own lips. "I've no desire for meaningless violence. But if you saw me on a battlefield...perhaps you'd feel differently."

Interestingly, if Zechs had said 'monstrous'...Sephiroth's response wouldn't have been much different.

"Practical," he repeats, and there's that upwards tug of his lips again. "Spoken like a true military man. But I'm not so...inhibited that I've missed your indications. You're interested yourself, aren't you? Or you wouldn't be offering." And he pushes himself away from the bar, rising to his full height - five full inches taller than Zechs - to move closer to him. Whatever he is, he doesn't seem to be drunk; he moves with fluid grace.

He tilts his head slightly, arching an eyebrow. "That part...would be personal, I think."