Sephiroth frowned. “I don’t want to have limbs bitten at, or fingers bitten off. But I wouldn’t mind the occaisonal ambush pouncing.” He glanced down at Seferia and moved down beside her, picking up his book again. Though this time it was more out of habit than anything, because he still wasn’t interested in reading it.
“It’s not even dark yet. I should check up on that door and that crib later. It should be finished before the sun goes down.” He paused. “At least, that’s what they said.”