"I most certainly do. And you belong to me, my dear mate." Oh, Genesis could very well preen from such an answer. In fact, he does, and purrs a very pleased sound of approval.

"I do wonder... will you be so possessive every time I come back from another? I might like that you know," he drawls, letting his imagination run wild with the idea that Sephiroth desires him like that. That his mate would be driven wild into marking him again if he caught the scent of another on Genesis. "After all, shouldn't you always be the last thing my body remembers, craves so primal?