[Felix flusters at that powerful visual, his face reddening again, but accepts the offered hand and climbs to his feet.]

I hope you're not serious. If you lose control of yourself from a flower, I'm knocking you out.

[He's still mixed up over that kiss. He's not prepared to hear that either one of them might try to fuck the other out of obligation or effect too. Not with Sylvain...]

Let's just get out of here. I don't care if there's one bed. I can take a chair or the floor.