Sylvain looks up, sultry through his lashes, hollowing out his cheeks in a way that he knows drives guys wild, and...

Nothing.

Nothing?!

He pulls off Mithrun's cock with a pop.

"Uh, hey there. You... you alright? Not to toot my own horn or anything, but people are generally somewhat enthusiastic about my skills." Which is true! Sylvain wouldn't have so many partners despite his tendency to drop them like hot potatoes if he wasn't good at what he does.