Sephiroth grunted as he watched Jenna leave the room. Even though her jabbing of his chest wouldn’t even leave a bruise, he was still annoyed by the fact that she had pressed him. She was angry for nothing. He hadn’t asked the other woman to go out of her way to give him things. As far as he was concerned, Jenna should have been mad at the woman, not him.
He grumbled and put his head down, flicking his hand to shut and lock the door.
“Not like you would give me gifts anyway…”