His brows knitted together when it was thrown back in his direction. Sephiroth couldn't understand the reason behind it all and idly wondered if it was some other social situation that he held no such knowledge or interest for. The times he had been within Cloud's and the other clone's minds hadn't given him such information, but he hadn't been searching for it either. There had been far more important matters to attend to after all.

Sephiroth looked as though he almost wasn't willing to answer at first before his expression twisted up into suspicious caution. With his brows still knitted, he slowly questioned, "...Why would it matter if it was or was not?" He was, perhaps, the worst person to ask such a question to, especially when it came to anything about females.