One rounded feline ear swivels in Vincent's direction when he speaks, but his regard is mostly on the gruesome remains of his snack with growing dismay. He'd been ignoring the compulsion to hunt and then eat what he caught while it was still struggling very well until now, and while he's certain he stole this from the ex-Turk, it's still raw, whole animal.

He is not a beast. He will not eat like one. What remains is set down with the sudden swiftness of understated revulsion. Reptilian features just don't show disgust well at all. It makes niggling concerns like whether or not Vincent's sufficiently put in his place suddenly and completely irrelevant.

"...Apologies." Well, he can still speak, and his voice is immediately recognizable even fi it comes around strange teeth and from an alien throat. Sephiroth hauls himself to his feet; there's a pretty obvious change from earlier, though still smooth and graceful it's clear to tell he's automatically attempted the far more upright stance of a humanoid form and not the one a dinosaurlike body demanded.