@sylinvain | sc (ac.)
“ Very well! This once, I yield! “
Lorenz throws his hands up in the air like he ‘just does not care,’ (although, in truth, he cares very much and it’s tearing him apart.) He lowers them slowly, defeated. and clutches one against his chest over his heart before offering Sylvain a half-bow.
“ Please, I implore you, let me in on your secret! Your ‘dating-hacks,’ as it very much were. “
Despite asking for advice, Lorenz doesn’t shut up and listen. He keeps blabbing, lips screwed into a scowl and brow furrowed as though THIS IS THE HARDEST THING HE’S EVER DONE.
“ NOT that I need any help, it is merely a nobleman’s duty to gather as much relevant intel and information as possible before making his move and as much as I balk at confessing it—“
He balks, sighs.
“ This seems to be your area of expertise. “











