As long as Soren kept that tidbit of similarity to himself then there wasn't any way it could further aggravate the situation. Sephiroth probably wouldn't take kindly at all to being compared with some cat-like warrior-tribe from some far off other World, if he even believed it. It would be just another detail for him to pick apart when he'd finally woken up from his getting-more bizarre dream.

Apparently satisfied with an intial sweep of Soren's physical appearance, Sephiroth stepped back even further towards the center of the deck, turning slightly as to gesture to Soren to go right ahead yet Sephiroth wasn't the type of man to follow it through with an arm motion.

"Go right ahead then." His moogle, Spencer would probably attempt to lecture him on his manners later but Sephiroth wasn't one to stop a stubborn individual doing something, even if it might end up with them hurting themselves. Especially since he had brushed off the advise. Indeed having it ignored, at all, only soured the forming opinion he had of Soren even further.