[ Sylvain breaks into a grin, quick and unrepentant, a hint of his dimple peeking out at one corner of his lips. ]

I’ve been such a bad influence. I’m so proud right now.

[ Popping a bite of pasta in his mouth, he chuckles as he props his cheek on his palm. And then rolls his eyes at the following comment. ]

Accepted? No. More like resigned myself. At least I can close the door and pretend I can forget what it looks like in there.