[He narrows his eyes against the wave of heat which is quick to push back his bangs, but Sephiroth doesn't so much as move otherwise. The inside of this creature was as hot as to be expected if they needed tools to remove its heart.]

Call me "Seph" again and you won't be getting any more help from me.

[He says it so mildly and so dismissively that it's less a threat than a vague annoyance, if even that. Sephiroth had been watching Luka defly work, but now he looks over to the remaining tools in the sand.]

You need me to pluck the heart out or hold the chest cavity open?