"It is a figure of speech, and yes, of course," said Kuja. He smiled to himself. He could wait many years before striking, arrange his plans perfectly before making a move.

His manner changed as he stepped inside the room, his eyes growing cold. If his task didn't require emotions, then he could abandon them. He was no mere human. His gaze flickered from Tseng to the woman waiting for them within. Humans... he'd manipulated so many of them. They gave themselves away. It wasn't too difficult to see within their hearts.

His gaze finally settled on the woman. He walked toward her, past Tseng, then tilted his head slightly to one side. "Where is your fear, I wonder? I don't hear it fluttering in your chest, like a wild bird, struggling to be free." If she didn't fear him, she should.