[ Yeah, that look is hard to misinterpret. Sylvain just lets him, completely comfortable with the perusal, standing there in swim trunks and nothing else. Okay, so he might be smirking a bit, as well, but it's typically a good look on him.

Bemused, he finally wanders closer, propping his hands to either side of of Rufus's hips on the edge of the desk and leaning into his space. ]

I can probably manage a smolder, at the very least. Or more, if we get creative. [ he lifts one hand and snaps his fingers softly, reaching for his innate magic and summoning a flicker of flame to dance across his fingertips before vanishing again. ] I do have an affinity for that, after all.