[ He laughs, the fondness only warming at Sylvain's predictable disdain. Without thinking, he clasps the other's face, pressing a kiss to his temple. ]
And I will do my best not to protest that.
[ Not that he does protest as much these days. Grows flustered, yes, but the resistance is lower, knowing how much Sylvain gets joy from spoiling him. ]
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And I will do my best not to protest that.
[ Not that he does protest as much these days. Grows flustered, yes, but the resistance is lower, knowing how much Sylvain gets joy from spoiling him. ]