[ in response to the thank you, he does a bow too proper for him even despite his title. ]
You're most welcome.
[ sylvain, of course, hears the giggling - it seemed to be coming from all around them, which shouldn't be surprising considering the sheer size of the troupe he'd met when he'd snuck around earlier in the day. all of them charming, and all of them seemingly very invested in dorothea's wellbeing which was wholesome. it... was wholesome, right?
either way, he's not going to give away the tricks of his trade, especially if her colleagues hadn't spilled it yet either. ]
Of course not, I'm a knight. Wouldn't even know where to start with breaking into an opera house.
[ sylvain's grinning now, because it makes something inside him feel lighter when he sees that beautiful, genuine smile on dorothea's face. going to the extra trouble of ingratiating himself with the mittelfrank troupe had absolutely been worth it, just for that. and he's just going to file that away with all those other overly flowery thoughts he'd been having on the long ride down, because they were most certainly piling up, whether he liked it or not.
in a smooth, fluid motion, he raises a hand and affectionately brushes a lock of her chestnut hair from the frame of her face and tucks it behind her ear, his hand lingering against the skin of her cheek for just a fraction of a moment too long to be totally innocuous. sylvain's wearing that mischievous grin he does so often, but there's something warm hiding behind that facade that's not normally there. ]
You look beautiful, [ and his hand drops back. ] - and you sung beautifully, too. Just as expected from Mittelfrank's star performer.
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You're most welcome.
[ sylvain, of course, hears the giggling - it seemed to be coming from all around them, which shouldn't be surprising considering the sheer size of the troupe he'd met when he'd snuck around earlier in the day. all of them charming, and all of them seemingly very invested in dorothea's wellbeing which was wholesome. it... was wholesome, right?
either way, he's not going to give away the tricks of his trade, especially if her colleagues hadn't spilled it yet either. ]
Of course not, I'm a knight. Wouldn't even know where to start with breaking into an opera house.
[ sylvain's grinning now, because it makes something inside him feel lighter when he sees that beautiful, genuine smile on dorothea's face. going to the extra trouble of ingratiating himself with the mittelfrank troupe had absolutely been worth it, just for that. and he's just going to file that away with all those other overly flowery thoughts he'd been having on the long ride down, because they were most certainly piling up, whether he liked it or not.
in a smooth, fluid motion, he raises a hand and affectionately brushes a lock of her chestnut hair from the frame of her face and tucks it behind her ear, his hand lingering against the skin of her cheek for just a fraction of a moment too long to be totally innocuous. sylvain's wearing that mischievous grin he does so often, but there's something warm hiding behind that facade that's not normally there. ]
You look beautiful, [ and his hand drops back. ] - and you sung beautifully, too. Just as expected from Mittelfrank's star performer.