[Reeve smiles, there are two cups on the counter. So-- domestic. She's never lived with anyone like this before. Cait is different. He does make her tea, but he doesn't drink it with her-- and he doesn't make her heart beat a little faster when she stands close to him.

Her hand is still on Sephiroth's arm, unconsciously making a soothing motion.]

Of course you do-- who doesn't want to know themselves as fully as possible? It's only natural.

But no place, even this one, can change who you are-- which is an identity that comes from the things you do, how you behave, not how you were-- made. You're right, this time is temporary, much like all times, I suppose, only moreso-- but you're still Sephiroth. Your honor is intact, at least so far as I can tell-- and since I'm "the people" at the moment, I think my opinion counts for something.
[She's gently teasing, of course, but there is something nice about having one's own personal army around. It doesn't hurt when one is very-- fond of the army, either. She picks up both cups.]

Will you have tea with me, Sephiroth? I'd like that-- and we can talk. About whatever you like.