[ Sylvain doesn't even try to bite back an answering laugh, collapsing onto his side with a groan a moment later. He's close enough, however, that he can roll near enough to press a kiss to the back of Jesper's shoulder, where he's sprawled beside him.

He loves the sight of that smile. He can't help but return it, reaching out to flick a damp strand of hair off Jesper's forehead. ]

Have I told you how beautiful you are? Because I feel like I really need to. Although you've been excellent at making me forget just about every train of thought I've had tonight.