Almost instantly, the happy, open presence Ami had slipped to after seeing Sephiroth was cut off, icy walls choking even the faintest embers of warmth from her eyes and rendering her words clipped and cold. "I don't think anything I've written to you about my current affairs implied that we were close. He seems to enjoy making assumptions and treating himself as an authority figure over matters that existed before his intrusion into my life, as you can see."

She turned her head towards Masanori, inclining it in a cordiality that was practically poisonous. "If you wanted to be technical about matters that are none of your concern, then fine. Sephiroth is a person who could likely murder us both right here and now and manage to sweep it under the rug without a hint as to his involvement. He is not inclined to do so. The Hokage is explicitly aware of our connection, and if he does not have an objection, you certainly don't have the right to make wild accusations and spit things I already know."