[ The frown is met with a grin as Sylvain spreads his hands to the side in a shrug. That actually hadn’t been what he’d meant, but he knew as well as anyone the benefit - or the damage - a few rumors could do. ]
Suit yourself. Come find me if you change your mind.
[ Not that he expects him to. Had that been his intention all along? Hard to say. ]
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Suit yourself. Come find me if you change your mind.
[ Not that he expects him to. Had that been his intention all along? Hard to say. ]