Sephiroth looked quite disgusted as the droplets of Zach-wolf water flicked onto him.
“I don’t care who can understand you and who can’t,” Sephiroth retorted. “The point is, the ones who can understand you can hear what you are saying, and then before you know it, the information will spread around the camp like wildfire.” He frowned, speaking in a low murmur. “If you didn’t know about the sex, you probably don’t know about the eggs then. Though I would honestly be surprised if you didn’t know about them, seeing as though they have been carried out in the open since we left our last refuge base.”
He scowled with discontentment upon pondering Cloud. “I don’t want to teach that halfwit anything.” He grunted.