"A few months, yes." Finally, Kuja allows himself a small smile. "My digs, as you put them, are not entirely my own. I share a villa with...well, ironically, Sephiroth is one of them, though as I mentioned he's extremely different from the warrior of Chaos he was when summoned by the gods. My loose understanding is that he was originally a good man who became the host to a malicious consciousness...and here, for whatever reason, that consciousness has left him, allowing him to regain his original self. I don't recall if you ever encountered him on the battlefield, but certainly you wouldn't recognize him now if you had."

He glances over his shoulder. "Regardless, he is only one member of the group I stay with, and perhaps the one I'm the least familiar with. He has a number of devoted partners who live with him - one of them, Genesis, has far more in common with me than I had ever imagined possible. We have become..." Kuja finds himself, unexpectedly, unsure how to describe his relationship with Genesis to Zidane. Or perhaps he's merely reluctant to. But he's not quite sure why. He's never shied away from positively preening about Genesis before. "...involved," he concludes. "He invited me to stay with them. One of the men is a good cook, and enjoys making food for people; if you are indeed hungry, I'm sure he would make you something."

As for fun...well, he avoids that question for now. Sex certainly makes up a significant chunk of this world's entertainment, and he finds himself almost awkward about the subject in front of Zidane.