That isn't what I meant. [a huff of laughter, the door closing behind him as Sylvain slips past.] If you were just looking for me, you could have sent a message.

[and then he's flopping on the bed, prompting a beleaguered sigh from the priest. So rude, Sylvain!! Of course, there's no hesitation in joining him—he keeps this place clean himself, so it's not like he doesn't know what to expect.

And, because Sylvain is going to be a brat, he scoots himself over to lay halfway on him, hand on the redhead's chest.]

Mm? I'm doing alright, really. I... certainly met a lot of people last month. Why?