The answer seems so fundamentally Sephiroth that a hint of Cloud's old hero worship sneaks into his eyes. Isn't that just like the greatest SOLDIER, taking something that would hinder others and using it to better himself?

Cloud's breath catches at the feel of unexpectedly soft skin against skin as he listens to Sephiroth's soothing voice, although the story itself is less soothing. He reaches up to touch more of that hair, feel the strands between his fingers like running water. "Could cut it now, if you want," he says quietly. "Shinra's not here."