I suppose that’s fine, since I’ve mostly retired them.

[ He snickers as he winds his arms around Claude’s shoulders, staying very much in his personal space as the music slows, shifting into something less of a group dance and far more intimate than that. He’s okay with that, too. And he can already feel the energy of the dancers around them already adapting and shifting accordingly.

He doesn’t pause to think of what an odd statement his words might be, especially to someone who has known him a long time. Maybe especially someone who has known him a long time. Then again, in his year here, there’s been alarmingly little of his old habits and actions popping up to make an appearance. Oh, he’s flirted still, to be sure, had more than a few flings just for the fun of it. But a different girl - or boy - in his bed every night, or on his arm at the tavern… that Sylvain has never really made an appearance here in Cadens.

And he’s oddly okay with that remaining the case. Leaving that version of himself behind him, to be buried and forgotten in Fodlan. ]

I never claimed to never go dancing before. Just never with you. You’ve never asked, after all. A grave oversight on your part, clearly.