[ Instead of protest, though, Sylvain just smirks at him as he props his chin in his palm and grins at him indulgently. ]
Of course, baby.
[ As if he wouldn’t have considered arguing any of that in the first place. And yet can still rib at him playfully with the pointed endearment now. ]
no subject
Of course, baby.
[ As if he wouldn’t have considered arguing any of that in the first place. And yet can still rib at him playfully with the pointed endearment now. ]