"Sylvain!" Catherine called from the far side of the aisle. She walked over to the man, holding out a caramel apple for him. "Your form with the lance is improving from what I hear. So I just wanted to give you something to congratulate you. Just don't go giving the apple out to the next pretty girl you see. You enjoy this one alright?"
For a moment, Sylvain is just a little dumbstruck that Cathrine of all people had noticed his improvement.
Well, no one could blame him if he preens a little. Just a little.
Reaching out, he takes the offered apple with an even wider smile, if such a thing were possible, full of teeth that he’s set to lose if he keeps being gifted so much candy, “Wouldn’t dream of it ma’am!” he says with a small two fingered salute, “Thank you so much!”