Sephiroth glanced down at his chest, taking his coat back. He put it back on, shrugging at her. “I see nothing that would be a problem. Maybe you could care to point it out to me?” The male smirked, knowing full-well what Jenna was referring to, but he wanted to bug her.
Milena hugged Desiree, seeming calmed by her embrace. She was no less sad, but definitely more content.