Jesper laughs at the long odds, almost cracks a joke about it, but he doesn't as Sylvain keeps talking. He returns the kiss and there is uncertainty in his eyes for the first time. His swaggering confidence is one of his strongest qualities, but everyone has a bad day sometimes. This is a problem that will always haunt him and bring him back to this place. He might not have his father to ruin here, but he has other things. Other people.

Sylvain isn't wrong that Jesper could have brushed him off. He's as addicted to adrenaline as he is sex, so a fight would have been a good distraction too, except he's too dangerous to be good for a casual fight. He picked the other obvious answer and he isn't sorry, not in the least. He is quiet which is rare for him but it's because he is taking in Sylvain's words with the seriousness they deserve.

After a beat he smiles though because he's still him. "Well, you were offering me something very, very attractive. Irresistible, even." Jesper runs his hand through Sylvain's hair and then down his back to playfully cup his ass. "Who wouldn't pick the gorgeous redhead?"

A lot of gamblers, honestly.