With some convincing didn't relieve the redness in Zechs' ears, but - he felt sympathetic to Sephiroth's feeling of awkwardness. Certainly, he could imagine himself in a similar position. Had been in a similar position. And, in Zechs' estimation, the other veteran was handling this situation with a good deal more social grace than he himself had.

Lorenz, though, seemed to know how to manage this - ever the more adept in this area than he. And oddly enough, Zechs felt a little bit proud of the fact he introduced these two - entirely illogical. He wasn't alarmed by the display of magic, obviously - simply sighed a little in contentment as he was set onto the couch. Zechs watched the other two men.

Zechs couldn't help a small smirk. Lorenz would happily eat Sephiroth alive. Only with permission, however. He gave his fiance a soft smile before he went to collect some towels.

Alone for the moment, Zechs nodded toward Sephiroth. "Feel free to avail yourself of whatever you wish. Take your time in the shower, enjoy some tea and food after - none of it has been tampered with, here. His gratitude is genuine. Lorenz ..."

... He needed to find words which didn't sound foolishly besotted. "... Has far more steel than he appears, and is far more patient than I deserve. Take whatever time you need to recover, should you wish."