[Dimitri says he'll defer to him when it comes to appearances, and there's a certain set to Sylvain's mouth, a certain clench at those words. He wouldn't call himself a stubborn man in general. (He is, one doesn't live in Faerghus without growing a stubborn persistence, but Sylvain wouldn't admit that.) But he would absolutely freely admit that he's definitely stubborn enough to fight Dimitri on certain things. This would be one of them.
...but, then, he gets hit by Dimitri's sad-dismayed-dog look at point blank range, and the redhead doesn't quite deflate, but the tension goes out of his body and he sighs. He doesn't know if he wants to lovingly...do something nice with Dimitri, or lovingly dunk his head in a snowbank. But it's one of the two. Possibly even both at the same time.]
Not waiting's the point, Your Majesty. If they let you wait, they let you get settled, and that means you'll get picky and are definitely less likely to jump at the first pretty girl with a large enough dowry who knows how to balance a budget.
[...they can walk and talk. Sylvain gives Dimitri's shoulder one last fond squeeze, and then lets go, fully prepared to sling an arm around Dimitri and manhandle him down the hall if need be. He's not as strong as a Blaiddyd, but he's strong enough to do his best and make things awkward for the both of them.
Their eventual destination: the stables. It's a nice day! Why not go for a ride? (The vaguely nice thing won over hypothetical snowbanks.) They can tackle matters of state afterwards. Hopefully Dimitri won't figure things out too soon because, Faerghan stubbornness, duty, matters of state.]
They look at you, they see a charming, handsome king. Someone who I said other nice things about? [Don't ask him what, he was in the moment, moving on.] They also see someone who's doing it alone- don't get the wrong idea! I'll be here as long as you want me in Fhirdiad, but they don't know that.
[If anything, they'd expect him to abandon his king for a nice pair of tits, probably. But Dimitri doesn't need him to say that. Dimitri's probably half-expecting it, but he doesn't need to speak it into existence. Call it Faerghan stubbornness.]
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...but, then, he gets hit by Dimitri's sad-dismayed-dog look at point blank range, and the redhead doesn't quite deflate, but the tension goes out of his body and he sighs. He doesn't know if he wants to lovingly...do something nice with Dimitri, or lovingly dunk his head in a snowbank. But it's one of the two. Possibly even both at the same time.]
Not waiting's the point, Your Majesty. If they let you wait, they let you get settled, and that means you'll get picky and are definitely less likely to jump at the first pretty girl with a large enough dowry who knows how to balance a budget.
[...they can walk and talk. Sylvain gives Dimitri's shoulder one last fond squeeze, and then lets go, fully prepared to sling an arm around Dimitri and manhandle him down the hall if need be. He's not as strong as a Blaiddyd, but he's strong enough to do his best and make things awkward for the both of them.
Their eventual destination: the stables. It's a nice day! Why not go for a ride? (The vaguely nice thing won over hypothetical snowbanks.) They can tackle matters of state afterwards. Hopefully Dimitri won't figure things out too soon because, Faerghan stubbornness, duty, matters of state.]
They look at you, they see a charming, handsome king. Someone who I said other nice things about? [Don't ask him what, he was in the moment, moving on.] They also see someone who's doing it alone- don't get the wrong idea! I'll be here as long as you want me in Fhirdiad, but they don't know that.
[If anything, they'd expect him to abandon his king for a nice pair of tits, probably. But Dimitri doesn't need him to say that. Dimitri's probably half-expecting it, but he doesn't need to speak it into existence. Call it Faerghan stubbornness.]