["Enjoy," he says... Lorenz has doubts. The audience? The attitude? Enjoying it is going to be a hard sell, particularly because he's already irritated. He closes his eyes and sighs, so he can consider the sudden death of his dignity in front of this crowd without the crowd boggling at him in his periphery.
Okay.
Against his better judgment.]
My patience with this entire room has worn down to threads. Fine; be quiet.
[Please, he can take only so much. To his credit, he's not going to waste time: he grips under Sylvain's chin again, mechanically tilting his head back just so and slotting their mouths together. It's a kiss; he's too bothered to do this thing with any modicum of art or allure, but give him this: it's not a perfunctory little peck.]
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Okay.
Against his better judgment.]
My patience with this entire room has worn down to threads. Fine; be quiet.
[Please, he can take only so much. To his credit, he's not going to waste time: he grips under Sylvain's chin again, mechanically tilting his head back just so and slotting their mouths together. It's a kiss; he's too bothered to do this thing with any modicum of art or allure, but give him this: it's not a perfunctory little peck.]