[Sylvain makes a small sound, dangerously close to a laugh. He muffles it with his hand, and keeps his eyes locked on the floor until he's certain he's bitten it back.]

That does sound like something Fe would say. [He glances over at Felix, affectionate as ever.]

If you are that worried about it, Felix, I am sure we could find some ribbon around here to tie it back. The Rockets probably won't mind if we take a few minutes to do our hair.