Sephiroth tensed. “I will not have my offspring enhanced for the sole purpose of miltary use!” He bashed his fist on the desk, knocking over his pen-holder and rolodex appointment file in the movement. A loud objecting snarl escaped him and he shook his his head as he began to tidy up again.
“So far I have only consented to one thing, and that is to improve Kether’s quality of life.” He scowled. “And that hasn’t happened yet.”