[ This place has a way of making everything illicit anyway.

But Sylvain’s lips quirk faintly as he nods in understanding. ]

Well, I suppose it’s very reassuring to know he wasn’t your warden. [ Not that it likely would have affected Sylvain’s opinion about him even if he had been.

But he has a feeling Wriothesley will want to know of this new arrival - if he doesn’t already. And Sylvain… is still stuck here naked. ]

…I don’t suppose you see anything down there that might be my pants…?