At that flash in Sylvain's eyes and the way he tips his head back, Felix's cool, distant facade cracks just a little as he smirks. Sylvain finally gets the touch he's been looking for and Felix allows it for now; that accusation gets little reaction beyond a slightly arched eyebrow.

Felix lifts his arms above his head in a graceful arc and bends backward, between Sylvain's raised legs and past them, making those thigh muscles flex under Sylvain's hands as he stays in place with his legs alone. He bends all the way back until his fingers and loose hair brush the floor, and then slowly rolls his body back upright, his movements sinuous and controlled.

He lets the momentum carry him forward a bit until his mouth is right beside Sylvain's ear. "Going to do something about it?" he says, not quite whispering as his lips brush the ear's shell just barely.