[ Sylvain leaning into her only prompts her to lean backwards. As he does, her eyes flicker towards his lips for a split second before catching herself. Don't look at his lips, Hilda! Shortly after she rips her eyes back to his, it dawns on her that whatever intimidating air she had tried to put on is traded for a mildly comedic one instead - but she can't dwell on that either.

His chosen words certainly give off the impression that he knows something. Stubbornly she gives him a look before giving him something between a whine and a huff - ]

You're so annoying. That wasn't me saying I wanted to talk about it, that was me asking you if you wanted to talk about it.

[ Quickly she shoves the mask in his face in an attempt to claim some of her own space back. ]

Tell me why you have it.