Sylvain swallows hard, feeling as though there's something stuck there that's hard to get down. He hates admitting that his feelings are what that is, but he tries not to let it choke him. What he wants most is Felix's happiness. The sooner, the better. And in another world, he'd haven broken himself again and again just to see it. But he gets the feeling, if he and Felix were married before, Felix already knows that. And will know exactly what he's doing if he lies for it.

So the redhead takes in a deep breath, holds it a beat, then exhales. He'll be honest.

"Maybe later," he offers again, smiling softly. "I'd rather get the tent finished first," and he's right back to being cheeky. He begins lacing the canvas through the pikes to give the tent its shape. Eager as he is, he'll put it towards something they both want right now. A shelter to make out in (and hopefully more).