"Ha, so you admit you're a jerk," Sylvain chirps like he's won somewhere along this conversation. Which he has. Definitely. "What could possibly be a better reward than the company of yours truly? Not to mention you get a nice dinner out of it too. If anything, maybe you should sweeten the pot."

Except he's grinning, and his eyes are bright. Whatever tone of grudge he's trying to hold rapidly falls apart into amusement. He's never been good at pretending to be mad long. It always turns into a 'gotcha!' moment any time he even tries.

But where he'd naturally be chipper after teasing Felix, watching him lurch makes Sylvain sober up immediately. His first instinct is to suddenly stand, as if he can somehow catch Felix through the screen. Poor Bonnie gets bowled over, and he tries to soothe her with a hand on her neck while he frets. His gaze never leaves the screen though, and his brows upturn with worry.

"Fe, are you alright?"