...Ugh. You're Sylvain. I'm the Duke Fraldarius. We're not going to make sense of anything else. If you're already declaring truces, then what matters is our position here.

[He takes the offered hand sits up with an annoyed huff, crossing his legs and brushing flower petals off of his clothes.]

So forget it. Unless you want to tell me something laughable, like that I've become a sweets baker and you've become a social recluse.

[He rolls his eyes at his own ideas and flicks a handful of flower petals at Sylvain.]