Cloud really never thought 'sultry' was a word that would come to mind to describe a look Sephiroth gave him, but it's coming to mind now. Between that look and his slit pupils, the lazy but deliberate way he's moving his hand, Sephiroth strongly reminds him of a large cat. Playing with its prey, he thinks, but the thought doesn't carry the kind of fear and anger it normally would. It just makes Sephiroth seem sort of playful. That's...new.

He's already opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'I don't know' when Sephiroth makes his offer, and Cloud gets the sneaking suspicion that the man already knew what his response would be. Well, he did say he'd come to know Cloud. In this moment, here in this field of pink blooms, that feels like a comfort rather than a nightmare.

"Mm. You decide."