[An arm immediately wraps around Sylvain, bringing them close to him. The grip was strong enough that Sylvain would have to fight to leave the warden's embrace. Wriothesley wasn't what one would technically call possessive. Sure, there are things that the man strove to keep in his life, but to treat Sylvain like something for him to keep, for others to not have access to, was a bit outside of the man's usual.

He growls as the other seems intent in messing with him, grabbing his chin with an impressive strength.]

Are you saying you rather let these strangers touch you? Do you prefer their inferior touch to mine? [As he takes, the more his voice lowers. Knowing Sylvain, he only continues to want to rile him up despite that being an absolutely bad idea.] Do you prefer them to me?