That smile from Cloud...it's so gentle. Somehow, for reasons Sephiroth can't currently recall, he'd never thought to see such a soft look on the other man's face, certainly not directed at him. It's a precious thing, and he cherishes it.

He leans down, kissing Cloud with a gentleness of his own that no one who'd ever seen Sephiroth fight - even when he'd been wholly himself - would realize him capable of. His grip on Cloud's hips - which may have left some unintentional bruises - has eased by now, but he lifts a hand to cup Cloud's cheek. "Not too much for you?" he asks, tone somewhere between genuinely solicitous and a little teasing.