"Considerably sharper, actually." There's smirking amusement audible in his voice as his teeth close lightly around his nipple, tugging lightly and relishing the reactions Jesper is so open with. He loves that, loves how much the other man just embraces this wholeheartedly and has fun with it.

"My reputation has a lot to say about that, too, in fact."

In both very good and very bad ways, depending on who you listen to. Sylvain's endlessly grateful that out of his companions to show up here, at least they've been the ones to not hold his past against him and spread that reputation around in idle gossip. Some would have, he knows.

"But I suppose I will have to make my own reputation here. I'm sure that will be a hardship, too." He's smirking as he grinds down against the hardness he can feel beneath him before shifting down Jesper's thighs a little further. Fingers finish unfastening his pants and drawing that length out, mouth kissing his way down Jesper's stomach as he draws nearer to where he's aiming. Lips press a single kiss to the tip of him, eyes shifting up to Jesper's face as his warm breath teases skin.

"The amount of times I've thought about getting to do this again this past week is almost embarrassing."