[ Sylvain finally laughs, probably the most genuine laughter he's had in since he's been in this car, even if there's really no mirth to this situation. ] You can't say that! Or else I really might go back out there and get myself properly injured.
[ He winks at her, and helps steady her as she collects herself off the ground, whether Aria wants him to or not. (A future knight of Faerghus can't let chivalry die, now can he.)
He whistles quietly, when she pulls out her fancy tricks. ]
Here I thought I was doing my best to impress you... but you just keep showing me up.
[ He shakes his head, as if admonished, but turns his bad side towards her obligingly. ]
...You're not going to ask me to take off my jacket and shirt, are you?
[ He says that flirtatiously, but he knows she doesn't need him to—and in truth he doesn't actually want to. (He likes her plenty, but he isn't sure he wants to share his number with anyone, even if he doesn't know what it's for. Rationally he knows it's nothing like his crest, but... he just really hates the idea of any sort of distinguishing mark.) ]
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[ He winks at her, and helps steady her as she collects herself off the ground, whether Aria wants him to or not. (A future knight of Faerghus can't let chivalry die, now can he.)
He whistles quietly, when she pulls out her fancy tricks. ]
Here I thought I was doing my best to impress you... but you just keep showing me up.
[ He shakes his head, as if admonished, but turns his bad side towards her obligingly. ]
...You're not going to ask me to take off my jacket and shirt, are you?
[ He says that flirtatiously, but he knows she doesn't need him to—and in truth he doesn't actually want to. (He likes her plenty, but he isn't sure he wants to share his number with anyone, even if he doesn't know what it's for. Rationally he knows it's nothing like his crest, but... he just really hates the idea of any sort of distinguishing mark.) ]