[ Sylvain gives a sheepish laugh at the compliment, not really believing that, but appreciating the comment all the same. And he looks intrigued at the mention of the store, arching an eyebrow as he leans in a little closer, elbow propped on the edge of the bar. ]

Yeah? I heard there was one not far away, but my stomach insisted on coming here first. I wouldn't mind that, if you wouldn't. But I wouldn't want to trouble you, either...

[ Not everyone enjoyed shopping, after all. He didn't mind it, but most of his friends would have preferred to march onto a battlefield rather than into a boutique of some sort. ]