[ Sylvain closes his eyes and Claude's frown just deepens. To him that only serves as a warning of what might be coming, whatever this promise is that he's supposed to make.
And - turn? He opens his mouth to ask what that means, but - then he connects what he thinks is the answer together with a cold bolt of dread racing through him. ]
Look at me. [ Wherever Claude's holding onto he lets go of to place his hands on either side of Sylvain's face firmly, to deny it, to get his attention, to - Claude's not even sure what from the spike of fear. He's determined to not let it show on his face, but the rougher than usual tone in a bad echo of the duke voice he used at the Roundtable surfacing might clue in to that regardless. ] That's not happening, Sylvain. You're not turning into anything except an irresistible flirt. Well, more of one.
[ The joke feels like it falls flat like he knew it would even while scrabbling for it, to toss it out like a lifeline to give Sylvain something to grab onto just like the other had done for him. ]
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And - turn? He opens his mouth to ask what that means, but - then he connects what he thinks is the answer together with a cold bolt of dread racing through him. ]
Look at me. [ Wherever Claude's holding onto he lets go of to place his hands on either side of Sylvain's face firmly, to deny it, to get his attention, to - Claude's not even sure what from the spike of fear. He's determined to not let it show on his face, but the rougher than usual tone in a bad echo of the duke voice he used at the Roundtable surfacing might clue in to that regardless. ] That's not happening, Sylvain. You're not turning into anything except an irresistible flirt. Well, more of one.
[ The joke feels like it falls flat like he knew it would even while scrabbling for it, to toss it out like a lifeline to give Sylvain something to grab onto just like the other had done for him. ]