"I can blame you for a lot of things, but this isn't one of them." On that note, Felix pivots in such a way that if his hair were down it would probably flip over his shoulder and enters the tent.

As soon as Sylvain's arm slips around him, Felix leans back against his chest and turns his head just slightly so that his cheek brushes Sylvain's. He squeezes that hand back, even as his smirk grows a bit wider.

"I do, actually. And I had thought about it as well, despite my best efforts at the time." It's lightly sarcastic, but true; Felix spent too many nights after training with Sylvain in warm weather or joining him in the sauna, or sometimes just watching him ride a horse or practice magic or read a damn book, thinking about it. Ugh.