Seymour: Lord Sephiroth, I must discuss a matter of concern with you, and I implore you not to become angry (I cannot emphasize that enough). That's a nice sword, by the way... Now, onto the subject: while you entrusted me with Darling, I may have kissed her...
Sephiroth: ... *stabs him* 👿
Seymour: *gasps* And then her eyes turned pink-
Sephiroth: ...You dare touch what is mine? *stabs him again*