[ the twins give sylvain a withering sort of look, and any grace he felt like giving the other man immediately disappears like the rest of his patience. ]

I said you would be easy to spot in a crowd.

[ his eyes flick up towards that wild mop of red hair trying to fight itself to stay on sylvain's head. he alluded to something a little more positive than just that, of course, but now he feels much more inclined to be contrary. not the least because the man still won't acknowledge his rightful claim on these blankets. ]

Don't whine. The blankets are the least of what you owe me, considering you take up more than half the bed.