Again, Seifer was not the most sensible of men at the best of times and this was not even close to one of those. A sensible man would ask a couple of important questions in such a situation.
One being, is this a trap? And other being, if it's not a trap then what's going on here?
He didn't though.
The older man raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude from the young were but as Zell turned away and practically told him to leave, Seifer just gave a 'well fuck it then' shrug and went back to his room long enough to get his jacket and shoes.
The door was still open when he came back and the young werecheetah didn't appear to be making any sudden moves towards changing his mind, so Seifer took the opportunity to leave and get outside before something changed Zell's mind.
Either one of two things was going to happen after all. He'd get to walk or the dumbass puke would change his mind and tackle his ass down like he had that first night there. Either way, just getting out of that damn house for a few moments was still a million times better than any god damn cigarette that was left.