Bachemius: *”Never in your wildest dreams, you feathered idiot.”* *makes a loud threatening snarl, then rumbles, clenching his jaw shut, baring his uneven crocodillian-like teeth* *”You are NOT adding a piece of royalty to your stupid unimportant harem. I am not allowing my blood to mix with your kind.”*
Sephiroth: *blinks for a moment* Pardon me? Not a bad choice? What the hell are you talking about? *scowls* I’m not… *snorts* It’s not like that. We are acquaintences only.