[Wriothesley laughs into the kiss that quickly turns into a moan. His arousal is obvious, the growing tent in his pants rubbing against Sylvain's leg.] Mm, there's no point in anonymity. [He grins into their kiss.]

Why would I want a wall in the way of such a handsome face? I would be a fool to take a boring wall over looking at you. [There's a thrill with using a gloryhole, but he feels like it's a loss now that he knew who was on the other side of the wall.]