[ He's not shy giving a low, slow sound of approval. This one isn't coaxed from him; he chooses to act on the impulse, and that sends its own strange tingle through him. ]

I was. [ Truth, and he thinks it will please. ] You could have had near anyone in that room, I think. Why settle for me? [ Bracing himself on the wall, still deliciously pinned, he rocks back against Sylvain's cock and sturdy torso. ] But now, I believe you. [ It's more of a whisper than he means, but he believes it, at least for tonight. He still doesn't know why, but he knows when men lie, when their convictions are fabricated, more often than not. Sylvain's hunger and approval are, for now, real.

Why this confidence usually reserved for battle is visiting him now, he does not know or question. ]