What he didn't take into account was that Sephiroth wouldn't stay still, that he never intended to allow him the harm he was clearly aiming for. No, instead it was a matter of speed and quiet caution, slipping up stealthily behind the blond to grab him around the waist to prevent his momentum from getting anywhere near the window.

"Mello, you still have -your- name. Your throat is still bare, and your back is unmarked. Do you not -understand-?"