[He can feel his face warm, likely starting to get red. ...Redder in more area than the spot Sylvain smacked him. He can't keep eye contact with Sylvain at all, especially not this close, so he turns his face to the side.]
...What makes you think you can joke around like this?
[He scowls, but forces his hand to unclench and let go of Sylvain's wrist. He feels... hurt. Which he quickly covers with anger. Of course Sylvain's only teasing him, though he's never gone that far before. But figuring that isn't making his heart race any less.]
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...What makes you think you can joke around like this?
[He scowls, but forces his hand to unclench and let go of Sylvain's wrist. He feels... hurt. Which he quickly covers with anger. Of course Sylvain's only teasing him, though he's never gone that far before. But figuring that isn't making his heart race any less.]