Sephiroth watches Cloud breathe in the scent of his hair, and something about it's...satisfying, in a way he can't define. It's an emotion like fondness, but deeper than that. A feeling of...connection.

But as soon as he marks that reaction from Cloud to his own movements, he stops, caressing his thumb over the skin instead. "Apologies," he murmurs. "I'm not yet sure what sort of things you'd enjoy." A pause, and then he decides this might be as good a place as any to get into it. "Genesis enjoys some pain at times, and he's been my only partner until now. And that's...a recent development. You're not him, of course, and it's your tastes I want to learn now. But what I do know has mostly been shaped by him."