"I could," Sephiroth agrees, glancing at Cloud's hand as the strands slide through it. "But...I've grown used to it. And I think those who are fond of me are fond of my hair, as well." He smirks a bit down at Cloud. "You seem to like it."

In the meantime...Sephiroth's hand has reached Cloud's chest, and he lazily circles a thumb around one of his nipples, teasing it.