[ The horse gives a whicker and startles back a little, withdrawing back into its stall. Sylvain doesn’t bother to stifle his chuckle this time, even if it doesn’t have the same amount of energy and humor behind it as it normally does.

Instead of pulling away, he just reaches out to wrap fingers around her wrists and tug her hands away from her face so she can’t hide from him. ]

Well, since I’m already disturbed, the best way to make it up to me would be to let me get you home safe and sound so I don’t spend the rest of the night worrying. Because that would definitely be far more disturbing.

[ He gives a tug, drawing her closer. ]

Just how much did you drink, anyway?