[ Sylvain is among those who had been pulled in by an overly-eager staff and shoved towards one of the confectionary areas they're highlighting. He'd very studiously avoided the mob around the truffle displays because nope, no thank you. But the sight of a young woman in pink tulle sprawled on a cheesecake is enough to get him to stop with a bemused chuckle, even before she asks her question.

One eyebrow arched, he crosses his arms over his chest with a playful quirk of his lips. ]

Do you want to order some and find out? Hopefully they're not... actually made out of nipples, though. That's a little weird, even for this place.