[How wonderful it is, to add some fruit to their meal! They're so very health-conscious. In liquid form, too, for quick consumption! Genius. This is why they're two of the smartest people in Kalos.]
Oh? Why, did you come up with some fiery metaphors about me, did you?
[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the very thought! Right, he'll add some cheese, and they should just about be done...]
[Sycamore's hands pause momentarily as he takes that in; the context isn't lost on him, but to his credit, he manages to smile softly. Because it does make him want to smile, the thought of Lysandre talking about him. Something he would never have learned back in Kalos. Something else Lunatia has given them.]
It seems we are each other's biggest fans, no?
[Their food is plated and placed down at the dining table, and Sycamore picks up his wine glass, running his free hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Oh, I know you did. It's just...nice, to hear it from you.
[He'll pause for a moment, looking into his wine, tilting the glass back and forth and smiling to himself. It was no secret, around his laboratory, the Lysandre would speak about him whenever he came to reception. Still...there's something about it being vocalised that fills him with a sense of warmth - it takes him back to that happy time. Such a pleasant memory.
...]
But I might be biased, however.
[Have another wink.]
You know how I am with you. I could listen to you recite the alphabet and be enthralled, mon cheri.
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Oh? Why, did you come up with some fiery metaphors about me, did you?
[That makes Sycamore chuckle; the very thought! Right, he'll add some cheese, and they should just about be done...]
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It seems we are each other's biggest fans, no?
[Their food is plated and placed down at the dining table, and Sycamore picks up his wine glass, running his free hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Thank you for telling me that.
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[It's something he sort of figured Sycamore knew in some capacity, honestly; hardly something that needed saying.]
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[He'll pause for a moment, looking into his wine, tilting the glass back and forth and smiling to himself. It was no secret, around his laboratory, the Lysandre would speak about him whenever he came to reception. Still...there's something about it being vocalised that fills him with a sense of warmth - it takes him back to that happy time. Such a pleasant memory.
...]
But I might be biased, however.
[Have another wink.]
You know how I am with you. I could listen to you recite the alphabet and be enthralled, mon cheri.
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Now you're being ridiculous.
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Liked that one, did you? I'm trying to diversify away from fire metaphors, when it comes to compliments.