Dylan's look is less of appraisal and more of wonder, because Sephiroth looks cool as hell. It's not like Dylan didn't know what he looked like, but it's like the guy was designed to look cooler at night.

When he sees the twitch of a half-smile on Sephiroth's face, Dylan can't help but feel a little proud.

Still, he remembers why he's here, and the pride gives way to uncertainty. He takes a breath and rocks back on his heels, glancing away.

"So you're... like me?"