You're getting closer to a time that'll satisfy my ego.

[ If there's meant to be a complaint in there, it certainly gets overridden by amusement that's too hard to contain. It seems from fondness from those hands weaving through his and the lips brushing against his hands when there's affection overflowing. As there always is, he's learned long ago, in the aftermath of everything as always.

Still, he hums thoughtfully while Sylvain moves between his knuckles. ]

Though I can think of a few things that'd get you to move before then.