[ He can see what Sylvain is trying to do- he's done it so many times before, after all, and for a moment, he feels a sinking sadness in his chest.

He can demand that much because he's their king. Would they be so conceding, were he not?

Even someone like Sylvain would...

The atmosphere around them feels far too tense, despite it, and he doesn't like it. To the point where he can hear the kittens purring in their box now, sated by their toys, and Sylvain's breaths, even-

Comforting. ]

... then don't treat me as though I were your king when we're here, Sylvain. I'm king of nothing here. And you're...

[ He trails off, finally stepping forward to reach out and move his hand over Sylvain's upper arm. The rest of him moves until he can move both arms around him, lowering his head to rest against the side of Sylvain's, the scent of his body all but palpable. ]

Why is it always my desire? Why can't I give you something you want?

[ This is far too much kindness for someone who has yet to do all he can to repent. He clutches Sylvain closer, as though afraid he'll just pull away again.

Perhaps, reminiscent of when they were younger. ]

What do you want to ask of me, Sylvain?