[Claude is clearly uncomfortable, so Sylvain doesn't press. He smiles and looks thoughtful, trying to ignore the magnetic sort of pull that Claude seems to have now, causing piles of intrusive thoughts about putting his hands all over the younger man, grabbing him and pulling him up into his lap.... oough. Down, boy.] So not that different from an incense burner after all, then.

[He takes his first move again without any pomp or circumstance.]