[ Sylvain has always been the soul of discretion, actually. It was partially why those who had sought him out for such things had appreciated him as much as they did. If there were rumors or whispers spreading, it was normally from spurned lovers - or wannabes - who had wanted more than he'd been willing to give, and thought they could manipulate more out of him by causing problems. The joke was on them, though, since he was fairly shameless and they'd embarrassed no one but themselves. Hell, they'd been the ones to help build his infamous reputation to new heights in the process.

Not that he brings that up now - it's a moot point anyway. ]

I'm hurt, Your Majesty. I never kiss and tell. Besides, who would I tell, exactly? Pretty sure no one here outside of you and me knows you from any other stranger. I don't think any of them would care.

[ That's part of the charm of being unknown, after all. He's finding that part, at least, highly refreshing. ]