Zach: Frown lines? His forehead looks like a wrinkled parchment. And I didn’t think his hair could get any more grey, but it is. *grins slightly* And he smells bad. Like, really bad. Like an old mouldy cheese. *is clearly ready to dart from the room*
Sephiroth: *makes an angry roaring sound and springs to his feet, trying to knock Zach down. However, Zach is too quick for him and flees up the stairs*