Sephiroth began to click the end of the pen as he thought. “You will need to ask him, then. But to be honest, I don’t think he knows that many people.” He shrugged.
Kalysto carried Orpheus into the kitchen and set him in his chair, his ears stiff and high over his head. His sharp hearing made it easy for him to hear the conversation that had been going on, but he was certainly not going to make any indication to the fact he had heard some of it.