“Much better with age?” He grunted at her. “I’m not a bottle of wine you know.”
Sephiroth sat there, but was still quite aggitated from being interrupted, from being peed on, and from being called ‘old’. With not much time between any of the three things that had upset him, it all felt like part of the same anger. The male snarled in frustration and lowered his head, feeling very much like punching something right now.
“I’m not old… I’m not even 50. Am I…?” He stopped to think.