[Wriothesley let's it all slide. Patient and understanding. He had taken a step into something knowing that he would either be pushed out most likely. Things won't change overnight, but something has changed ever so slightly. An acknowledgment that they weren't just casual friends. He had dropped the ball in Sylvain's court for him to decide when he might want to deal with it. If at all.
Instead, he smiles, a hand reaching up to grasp Sylvain's chin. He tilts his head as he regards the other.]
When did I ever say it was flattery? I'd mean every single word. [And when has he lied to Sylvain? Other than silly blatant lies.] I'm not the type to say pretty words that I don't mean. Or is that the impression I give?
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Date: 2024-06-04 11:03 am (UTC)Instead, he smiles, a hand reaching up to grasp Sylvain's chin. He tilts his head as he regards the other.]
When did I ever say it was flattery? I'd mean every single word. [And when has he lied to Sylvain? Other than silly blatant lies.] I'm not the type to say pretty words that I don't mean. Or is that the impression I give?