Sephiroth's lips quirk, ever so slightly. "Did it ever get so far as my throat?" he asks, mildly. Is he teasing? Maybe a little bit. Don't give yourself too many airs, Cloud. Whether or not Sephiroth lives or dies isn't entirely dependent on Cloud's mercy. "But I appreciate the reprieve...for now."

A pause. "Would you like me to leave you with the chickens? I believe my presence here has accomplished everything Angeal could have hoped it might." And, rather more than that...Sephiroth feels as though he doesn't want to push his luck too far. Doesn't want to overstay his tenuous welcome with Cloud, or risk damaging the progress it feels like they've made. Better to pull back for a time, he thinks.

Besides, they've been talking about some very heavy subjects, and Sephiroth feels that both of them can only keep that up for so long before they need a break.