He knew for a fact that Sephiroth and he were built for fighting, and the older man especially enjoyed the tension of the possibility of battle at any moment. Sephiroth thrived in war, and he was amused how much humour his partner managed to bring up for such moments. The older man really did love a good fight so long as there wasn't a horrendous amount of madness in the air.

He allowed his hand to drop back to his side as his gaze lingered on Sephiroth's in return. The smile was rare in public, and he allowed a smirk of his own to mirror the one that his partner wore. "Don't get too much blood on you; it's hard to get it out of leather, you know."

Once Sephiroth began to head off, he followed at the older man's elbow, glancing at the sky even if he knew a challenge had settled between them, playful though it may be. "Nice day for a battle. I don't like fighting in the rain much except when I want a challenge."