"You're bluffing. You don't know what department I work for," Mello corrected, even if the rest startled and unnerved him slightly.

"And you don't know the name of my lover." Both were impossible. He never spoke of his personal affairs, and had been extra-careful not to here. And he didn't work for any one department, either, not for any extended period of time. He worked privately, and was hired by others as extra help on tough cases; he could feasibly work all over the world, and had. Sephiroth had to be bluffing.