[ Sylvain lets himself be affected by that sharp tone about as much as he ever does - which is to say, not at all. In fact, the sound of it just has his grin growing a little wider. Which he's positive Felix won't appreciate, but eh, that's pretty much always how their friendship's gone and Sylvain doesn't see that changing anytime soon. Or ever.

As if to enforce that - or maybe just to counter that last little demand - his hands give a playful squeeze at the ass that just got pressed more firmly into his palms, thanks to Felix's wriggling. ]

Or I could fondle you and help find a way out. I'm great at multitasking. [ Sometimes. Mostly when he can be annoying about it. ] I don't suppose they overlooked something and you've managed to smuggle a blade in here, by any chance?

[ If anyone could have managed it, it would be Felix. Sylvain's pretty convinced he sleeps with his sword like most kids do their teddy bears. ]