Sephiroth makes a low sound as Zechs runs hands through his hair; it's hard to define as conveying any one specific emotion, but what it doesn't seem to be is disapproving. He seems to like it well enough.

"Sephiroth," he murmurs. "That's all."

He adds the clarifying statement because he's aware people are, generally, expected to have a surname, and he'd rather communicate that he doesn't have one rather than invite misunderstandings that he's holding one back. But he's never really been addressed with one...and the only surname he has any claim to is one he'd gladly set himself on fire rather than use. But then, he can't even remember Hojo's ever trying to append it to him in the first place - perhaps the idea of having that sort of familial connection to each other hadn't appealed to either of them. That doesn't bother Sephiroth in the least.

Fortunately, there's too much burning in his veins to let even the worst sorts of thoughts dampen his interest. If anything, it makes him more invested in redirecting his attentions in order to leave that train of thought abandoned on the tracks. So, without much warning - or apparent effort - Zechs will find himself suddenly crowded back against the bar, as Sephiroth presses in for a significantly more demanding kiss. If the fact that they're fully in public is any sort of concern for him, he's certainly not showing it.