[ He doesn't know how many days Jesper has been out here on the streets, but as Sylvain wanders back towards the inn at the end of the day and spots the man outside of one of the city's gambling halls, he knows it has to have been at least more than one. He recalls all too well the conversation they'd had in Nocwich, knows what Jesper has probably been struggling with. And the sight of him there, caught up in a craving all over again, is enough to have Sylvain changing course, heading straight for the other man.
He doesn't slow as he reaches him, instead grabbing him by the arm and dragging him all of a building away, pushing him up against the wall as he gets in his face. Sylvain is almost the same height as the other man - something he rarely encounters - but he's considerably more built, not that he often uses that to his advantage. His typical demeanor isn't about intimidation, but all about the charm. At the moment, however, he puts himself directly in Jesper's line of sight and does his best to give him something else to focus on, rather than the urge to give in to an entirely different temptation. ]
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He doesn't slow as he reaches him, instead grabbing him by the arm and dragging him all of a building away, pushing him up against the wall as he gets in his face. Sylvain is almost the same height as the other man - something he rarely encounters - but he's considerably more built, not that he often uses that to his advantage. His typical demeanor isn't about intimidation, but all about the charm. At the moment, however, he puts himself directly in Jesper's line of sight and does his best to give him something else to focus on, rather than the urge to give in to an entirely different temptation. ]
What's going on, Jesper?