[ Jesper's side of the room at the inn is organized chaos. He knows where everything is and it's far from dirty, but cluttered. He makes everything he sells there and he has quite the wardrobe from being here so long. He doesn't mind Sylvain's attention to detail, it's probably some soldier thing. He knows the army's weird about organization. ]

It's definitely about height and not that I want to curl up in your impressively bulky arms.

[ Seriously, they're giant, he loves looking at them. And Sylvain's chest. And his entire body. Also his eyes and hair. Okay Jesper has a fetish for all of him. He's very confident in his own body even if it's leaner and longer, but damn, Sylvain is a work of art. He does shuffle forward to Sylvain can situate himself in the bath comfortably.

Once he's settled in Jesper then situates himself in relation to it, finagling their way to a place of comfort, and then he sighs contently once they're both in place and he has those giant arms around him. Jesper rests his head back on those very nice pecs and considers himself lucky. ]

You're a sweet lover, Sylvain.

[ Both in bed and out of it. He shows a lot of care for others. He runs his fingers along those gorgeous arms.]

You know it's been over a year for us.