"Oh c'mon, you like winning in general." Sylvain could sass him more, but honestly he's placated by the hand in his hair. He ends up settling his head back down again, nearly purring with the pets.

"Oh, I'm sure I can find somewhere," he says with a lazy lilt. Eyes half-lidded, he looks about ready to fall asleep in Felix's lap. His voice slurs a bit even. "With that kind of motivation, I'll find a perfect venue."