Sylvain doesn't hurry to stand up or hide his (slightly flagging) erection. He's well-practiced at getting caught red-handed, after all.

Except this man, who Sylvain is pretty sure is the owner doesn't seem at all distressed by finding them canoodling in the storage closet. In fact, he seems a little apologetic?

Unsure what else to do, Sylvain finally stands up (Goddess above, this Angeal guy must be Dedue's height) and offers a hand to shake. "Sylvain. A pleasure to meet you. We'd come to an agreement on some peaceful interactions for stamps. I hope you don't mind!" He gives his usual disarming smile.