He snickered a little at the grunt, aware that his partner savoured his attentions in such a way, and he didn't move away from the older man either. He restrained himself from touching his partner though even if he wanted to; there was a time and a place for such antics and the middle of the battlefield was not one of them. "You know that I will. If anything happens, you'll know."

He shrugged his shoulders, aware that it was true that Sephiroth was a very clean fighter. He wasn't so certain about the different coloured blood the clowns released when cut, so he wasn't about to put his gloved hands into it. "I get the feeling you don't appreciate my attempt at humour in these situations," he called as Sephiroth moved off to engage another clown. "You're supposed to laugh at my jokes, by the way."