[Wriothesley shoves at the other just a bit, but there's no real strength behind the way he pushes at Sylvain. He has grown quite the soft spot for the redhead and he's sure they're quite aware of it.]

Ranking up wasn't a priority, you're right. [Wriothesley was someone who valued what he had, no matter how little, and rarely thought about lavishing himself with more.

Not that it matters, now that he's now here in his new room with the other. He huffs a little. Sylvain knows exactly how to get under his skin, don't they? And maybe the mention of being lonely resonates with Wriothesley more than he'll admit.] When you say it like that and you give me that face, how can I say no to you? You can ask anything of me at this point and I'd say.

[He's a little whipped for the other apparently.]