[He won't look at Sylvain, but at least he allows the hands to stay on his shoulders. For now. He's tensed like a cat that's not in the mood to be pet. Don't go for the belly, he will claw you.]

Ugh. Why did I even begin to think I should get advice from you? You give the worst talks.

[He quiets for a moment. He's still there... a couple years back, he would have swatted Sylvain's hands away and walked off by now.]

I'm not ashamed of anything. I'm just... not built for this. I'm made for blood and battle. ...But with the war ended recently, there was going to be less of that anyway.