I'm still impressed you got through an entire afternoon at the hotsprings without climbing into my lap, if I'm honest. Or maybe that was more me climbing into yours.

[ There's soft, affectionate laughter in his tone as he brushes his fingers against Jesper's lips. Grateful the other man understands even when this is something Sylvain has a hard time putting into words himself.

It's not that he's never heard the words before. In fact, he's heard them - said them - so many times they should have lost all meaning by now. Except they'd never held any meaning in the first place.

All except from Jesper. So maybe that did make him the first.

But he lets the conversation drift to what Jesper's been preoccupied with and he arches an eyebrow, because this is the first time he's hearing about it. Although he's been very busy helping with redesigning and remodeling the kitchen and bar area downstairs. He'd spent enough time working in both when he lived there to know where some improvements could be implemented. ]

Oh? What kind of special?