[ Hilda can't help but laugh at his paper thin lie despite being in a somewhat compromising position that would make a more modest person blush. ]

I feel like I'm getting mixed messages here. A shy Sylvain would never be caught dead in this position, give in and try on the hat if I was straddling him. [ She huffs again in frustration missing the slight gap in his arms and therefore her brief window of being able to tug the hat onto his head. ] Did I mention that I got you this hat with my own money?