Seifer wasn't sure if the gesture was meant as an implied threat, a display of arrogance, or a display showing while armed he wasn't drawing the weapon. Either way he narrowed his eyes, tensing in preparation for a fight. He was willing to defend his workshop against all threats, especially spooky red-clad ones.

Although at the mention of Cloud he relaxed the furious expression, for the moment still holding his ground. A few beats while he considered before he let the tip of his gunblade drop. "Y'know," He began, exasperated. "He really needs to send a fuckin' message along when he's gonna send friends over. Or leave a description. Anything. Shit." He muttered in annoyance.

With the drop in tension, however, Eos took the opportunity to cautiously pad closer to sniff at Vincent's boot. Clearly this is a new friend who will give him pets, yes?