T'vor didn't seem to be paying attention. After a moment, he roused himself, and looked over at Azurael.
"...Did you say something?" He asked. Ordinarily one might think he was making fun, but the tone of his voice was serious.

...

"Forget my own faults, Princess, I am very well aware of them, and how I choose to deal with them is my own business. The fact of the matter is that [i]I don't trust you.[/i] Or many others, for that matter. So unless you want to tell me what exactly your ominous plan is, you can forget about it."
Sephiroth was beginning to get a headache. A truce was all very well and good, but he frankly didn't want any of her meddling, and he certainly wasn't going to agree to anything with her unless he knew exactly what it was he was agreeing to. He cut a portion of meat into small bits to feed to the dragons.
Honestly, to think she'd have the audacity to [i]bargain[/i] with him. He wasn't some sales clerk!