[ He knows he's flushing now. This is stupid...he hasn't told anyone about this in years.

But also, Sylvain looks so eager, and it's hard to look away, especially with that arm still around him. ]

I...carve? Wood. Whittle, really, and I'm rusty but....

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

I made larger things when I was younger. Side tables, mirror casings. I made a headboard for my mother, though it was very simple.