[He lets out a low hum before letting go of Sylvain's chin. Wriothesley smiles a little, his gaze warm.] Well, that is your opinion, but I feel like that I can think of plenty to say. If you wish to make it a conversation, I would be more than happy to relay my thoughts to you.

[He doesn't think Sylvain is ready to hear those things though. Wasn't ready to accept Wriothesley's words, even if Sylvain was sure to know him to be honest.

So he gives Sylvain the chance to move on from this conversation. At least for the time being.]