"Whoa!" Sylvain isn't used to being manhandled before he's even made his first foray into flirtation. The part of him that sounds like Felix scolds him for lowering his guard, but his stomach does a funny little flip as he flexes his arm, feeling just how firm Angeal's grip is.

"What, ah," he swallows. Mithrun has a front row seat to the way his grin wobbles. "What did you have in mind, big guy?"