Well, that was ... not really what he planned to do to the boy, so the helpfulness actually made it more troublesome. Not to mention he was sure Ghostface didn't really want to be impaled by a sword longer than Sephiroth was tall, so it had to be some type of distraction to cause him to let down his guard.

"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked, unimpressed.

His right hand ventured into his coat pocket for the needle. He was fairly ambidextrous and could even manage the Masamune with his right hand, although he normally preferred his left.