Sylvain gives a long-suffering groan as he flops back onto Jesper's bed with a dramatic flourish. Although his eyes are definitely locked on his pair of lovers across the room, a smirk playing about the corner of his lips. "The god of love and the god of fucking teases. You're going to be the death of me, both of you. Not that I'm complaining about the show. But I am gonna feel left out of you two stay all the way over there all night."

Although then his smirk starts growing as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side with little care for the time being. His hands fall to start unfastening his pants, as well, letting his fingers trail over the length already showing interest beneath his clothes. "Or maybe I'll just take matters into my own hands."

He knows how to tease, too, after all.