"A dragon can hardly help what color it is, Angeal," Sephiroth chides, though there's a twitch of his lips that belies the fact that he's hardly taking this conversation as seriously as he does...most conversations, really. "Or what associations you might make with the color of gold. It's a living being, not an overpriced piece of furniture in a ShinRa executive's office."

He nudges Angeal with his arm. "I believe you're letting your biases color your opinion." In fact, he believes Angeal's biases are the whole opinion, but he doesn't actually need to say that out loud. He's learned that much discretion which is to say the most basic barebones amount of it over the years.