"You don't do smart well. Might want to stop trying." He smirked back at the shorter blond as he watched Zell slump down and look tired, "Why the hell would you even think something like owning another living person, against their will might I add, would ever be easy?"
As he finished the cigarette, he stubbed it out in the little ashtray compartment in the side door as a small compensation to the were as it would have been just as easy, if not easier, to have stubbed it out on the leather seat.
"Let me ask you this. After all you've done, and seen and lived..Would you take so kindly to some people you've never met before coming to your house and telling you 'Sorry but you're not allowed to be free and live how you want to any more' then haul you off and lock you up to be stared at and sold? Would you be happy, or thrilled by that? To have everything you are, you've done, or have been just stripped away because some stupid fucking piece of paper you've never even seen in your life says you're no longer allowed to be considered a real person."
God, just putting out that question made him angry all over again and no sooner was the last cigarette done had Seifer pulled out another cigarette. "Give me that fucking lighter." He grumbled darkly with a quick motion of his hand for Zell to hurry up about it.