Sephiroth frowned as Jenna sat on him. He still smelled like toilet-cleaner and bleach. The cuffs of his pants were also still saturated from the floor cleaning he had done. As it was right now, he wanted a bath. He was dirty. And he was quite surprised that Jenna even wanted to sit on him.
Her news meant that he would not have to do house-work though. He nodded in approval. “Good. Because I can’t tolerate this.”