It had been a bit of a mistake on his part, he supposed. After all, she had been strong enough in her life to have created this Nobody, and the Superior had seen it fit to include her in the Organization. Still, Zexion hadn't expected her to be so fierce, so that sneering superiority only came natural.
He didn't move an inch when she strode past him, ramming her shoulder into his in a manner that could only have been deliberate. His eyes narrowed as her footsteps continued to echo down the hall, and he finally turned.
"You'll want to watch yourself," he warned, crossing his arms as she halted and turned, scrutinizing him with a raised eyebrow. "After all, there are far less lenient than I in Castle Oblivion."
Larxene bristled, taking a few steps closer to him. "Lenient, huh?"
"Oh yes. You might learn to be more careful." He paused, a ghost of a smirk crossing his lips. "Not everyone is like Xemnas and myself, you see."
Hours later, after he had finally ripped the kunai from his palms and gotten the rest of him to stop sparking at the contact, Zexion decided that Larxene could be a fine tactical advantage; nothing so cute could be dangerous, right?