@sylinvain | sc (ac.)
       â  Very well!  This once, I yield!  â
Lorenz throws his hands up in the air like he âjust does not care,â (although, in truth, he cares very much and itâs tearing him apart.) Â He lowers them slowly, defeated. and clutches one against his chest over his heart before offering Sylvain a half-bow.
       â Please, I implore you,  let me in on your secret!  Your âdating-hacks,â as it very much were.  âÂ
Despite asking for advice, Lorenz doesnât shut up and listen. Â He keeps blabbing, lips screwed into a scowl and brow furrowed as though THIS IS THE HARDEST THING HEâS EVER DONE.Â
        â  NOT that I need any help, it is merely a noblemanâs duty to gather as much relevant intel and information as possible before making his move and as much as I balk at confessing itââ
He balks, sighs.Â
        â  This seems to be your area of expertise.  â







