[Cough, cough, he's fine, he waves it off, it's okay, he can breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.]

I'm fine, I get it, we gotta look out for each other. And you're...uh, definitely right about that.

[There's no good way of admitting that after he saw the casual murder mention on the network he inhaled, exhaled slowly, and tried (and failed) to find something sturdy like an axe to carry around, so that if anyone went after Dimitri he could fucking chop off their head before they could lay a finger on his prince. Because a knight's gotta do what a knight's gotta do.

So, in lieu of that, Sylvain chuckles! A slightly uneasy laugh, but he tries. It's a big night full of emotions.]

Probably half the reason why people got worked up over Midnight's nipples; it's something to look at that's not, uh. That.