He looks up, for the first time appraising the man on his own merits and not as an obstacle to be overcome. He can't remember ever interacting with him before, but he might have seen him around a few times? Connor's voice is weary, his eyes dull with the acceptance of his hunger, as long as this person was around to stop him.

"Why do you care? What is Chloe to you?"

He does perk up a little when he realizes Sephiroth won't stop him from preying on the locals at least.