The mention of Zechs being a brat gets a smile out of Sephiroth, despite any awkwardness he may be feeling. "I found him well-behaved enough," he remarks, with a touch of amusement. "With some convincing."

But then...Lorenz is very clearly playing with Zechs' chest, while the man is still in his arms, and Sephiroth's awkwardness peaks again. He hasn't the vaguest idea what he's expected to do in this sort of situation - and for once, he doesn't feel that this is some glaring gap in his social skills as a result of having spent his entire life either as a lab experiment or a soldier. He feels that most people would probably be at a loss in this situation, which...is that a comfort? He's frankly not sure.

He clears his throat again. "I'd appreciate the use of your shower," he says, trying not to sound as awkward as he feels. "Of course, it's fine if you have things to take care of in the meantime. Though as he says...I did exhaust him, so I agree that should be taken into consideration for whatever plans you have. Which I hope I haven't disrupted." He pauses, uncertain of the etiquette here - or, more precisely, unsure if Zechs is stable enough on his feet to simply put him down - and, after a moment's hesitation, simply...holds out Zechs to Lorenz. Lorenz doesn't look strong enough to simply take Zechs from his arms, if Sephiroth is any judge, but he's not clear what else he should do here. And perhaps Lorenz can simply...support Zechs as he stands himself upright? All he knows is that his presence feels like something of an imposition, even though Lorenz and Zechs certainly aren't treating it anything like one.

Oh, Sephiroth, what sights they have to show you.