[ He tugs Wriothesley back to get comfortable with him as the beach grows even darker around them, the sky above them slowly filling with stars. It’s a beautiful sight, even if Sylvain knows its not exactly real. Hard to tell from down here, though. ]

You should try pole dancing. Bet you’d be excellent at it.

[ That’s a little tongue in cheek, but the laughter lurking in his voice might give that away. ]