[He smirks a little himself at the imagery of Seteth's fearful future.]

At least with you I won't have to suffer only dull people.

[But Sylvain's explanation is taken with frowning silence.]

That was supposed to be taken literally?

[His eyes narrow. There's obvious rage building. He leans forward enough to grab the arm Sylvain's rubbing his face with.]

Sylvain... is this what you've been doing for months? Now people are coming to you for... for leverage in a fucking sport?

[Felix's expression tightens. The Sylvain he knows had been well into leaving behind his more disruptive and self-destructive philandering, but apparently there's a system here designed to pull him right back in. Felix was aware that much of how he acted was his response to people wanting to use him for something.]

Don't try to tell me that's really your type.