Movement caught his attention when someone entered the alleyway below where he was hovering. Narrowing his eyes, his cat-like gaze fixated on the far too familiar figure. The fact that Barnaby stopped to stare at him had the ex-General inwardly clenching his jaw. He had no interest in that parasite, even less so after their previous encounter, but he was hardly going to allow for that heroic fool cause him to back down. Sephiroth was hardly in the mood, after all, and because of it, his lips curved up into a far too pleased smirk as he extended his wing out of his right shoulder.

The feathery appendage stretched out wide before it curled back down against his shoulder. He was much like a predator eyeing their prey, and Sephiroth showed no signs of hiding that fact. If that fool knew what was best for him, he would simply leave him be so that he could return back to his brooding.