Perhaps a Dominant who cared about something like dignity or pride would take issue with this teen trying to strong arm him like he's a damsel in distress in need of rescue. Barnabas, however, is not one who is so fragile in the ego as that, thus when Sephiroth takes to his heroics he allows it. He also would not let just anyone do this, but he has a growing fascination with the boy; so he does not resist. Instead, he becomes a semi-willing though thoroughly uncommited participant.

After all, he is observing Sephiroth, and he has little intention in giving away more information about himself than what is necessarily. Better to be underestimated than overestimated, in any case.

As they land on the parapet, Barnabas having no issue balancing despite being yanked as he was, the behemoth slows its approach. It growls, a thunderous rumble that feels as though it shakes the very earth, but it stays put. The yellow glow of its eyes still intense as ever, like burning orbs of fire that focus between Sephiroth and Barnabas. The latter keeping his attention on the former.

"That was wholly unnecessary." His voice is soft and slow in how he speaks, with what one might name a Scandinavian accent as well, though Barnabas would name it of Waloed. He is unbothered it would seem, relaxed in this odd situation they're in.

"Care to explain yourself?"