“Yes, the real estate… I don’t care.” Sephiroth was growling at people on the phone when Xelong walked into the room. “No, I don’t want…” He glared at Xelong. “…don’t put your claws into that! It’s leather, your claws are going to puncture it. Tread lightly.”
He hissed at the person on the other end of the phone. “No, I was not talking to my cat. Now, get me the real estate people in the local area. I don’t care what you have to do.”