It sounded as if he approved - so Zechs noted that, would use it again. Discovering what others enjoyed or had a certain weakness to was always an interesting puzzle. Not quite the same as battle, but Zechs had proven adaptable over the past year.

Cloud's 'Sephiroth'. This was that superior turned enemy, hm? Small simulation. Zechs held in a laugh, smirking. Because - he murmured, "I don't see the resemblance."

But before Sephiroth could ask Zechs to explain himself, Zechs pulled him in for that demanding kiss. That effortless shove against the bar had him make an approving sound against his mouth, swallowed up in their hunger. One hand had a stronger hold, not quite pulling, in his long hair - the other, grasped his back, drawing him in as close as physically possible.

Neither of them seemed to care that they were in public in the moment - but at least Sephiroth had the cake to excuse it.