Sephiroth swirls the drink in his glass and considers it as if it has all the answers. "I see. That makes sense." It does and it doesn't. Sephiroth understands it in concept but. "How do I know what to try?"

He gets that question out at about the same time as Wufei speaks again and glances over at him. In one swift move, Sephiroth takes Wufei's drink away and downs it. He places the glass down on the bar in front of the other man. Problem solved and in the most expedient way possible.

"No more for you, then."