[ Oh don't give him that look, Sylvain. He knows that look. There is nothing to be exasperated by here! Cale even begins to open his mouth to say as much when the man sees fit to manhandle him into a position of Sylvain's choosing. He makes a noise in the back of his throat. Sylvain gets away with that far too much, even if Cale is settling more comfortably against him. ]
I don't think you have any room to talk.
[ Mister "I never see any good traits in myself." ]
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I don't think you have any room to talk.
[ Mister "I never see any good traits in myself." ]