Sylvain moves with Rose towards the bed, shrugging his yukata off before returning his attention to her tits, round and soft in his hands. He kneads the flesh gently with his fingers, ducking down to lick at one nipple while his thumb brushes the other.

Still, he was once a soldier. When he sees movement in the corner of his eye, he looks up, spying the crawl of the vines.

"Uh, nice greenery you got there," he comments, still thumbing Rose's nipples as he watches the vines warily.