[There is an obvious deflection in the way Sylvain replies. An avoidance to his words and latching onto the ones that meant far less. It isn't a rejection, but it was still an avoidance.
Wriothesley merely smiles and lets Sylvain do it too. If Sylvain wasn't ready to accept, or even reject his words, then he wasn't going to push it for the time being. He was patient and it would be a lie that he didn't understand to some extent. He might not know exactly what Sylvain went through these countless years, but he can see the way it has molded the man. He sees shards of reflection of himself in the other.
For the time being, he will let the other refuse to take the proverbial hand he had held out to them. The sting was oh so minor, since he already had an inkling of how the other felt.]
You should watch your words, sweetheart. Unless you want me to wax poetic about what else I like until you're red as a cherry. [That's a threat, sir.]
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Wriothesley merely smiles and lets Sylvain do it too. If Sylvain wasn't ready to accept, or even reject his words, then he wasn't going to push it for the time being. He was patient and it would be a lie that he didn't understand to some extent. He might not know exactly what Sylvain went through these countless years, but he can see the way it has molded the man. He sees shards of reflection of himself in the other.
For the time being, he will let the other refuse to take the proverbial hand he had held out to them. The sting was oh so minor, since he already had an inkling of how the other felt.]
You should watch your words, sweetheart. Unless you want me to wax poetic about what else I like until you're red as a cherry. [That's a threat, sir.]