[ sylus may not have needed the verbal confirmation, and yet... he finds himself relishing in it, regardless. there's a certain softness to his expression for a moment as his lips curve into a smile, especially as he feels the way she squeezes his hand. a physical reminder to their proximity outside of the warmth.

he finds it easy to draw her hand upwards, almost to his lips before it stops a bit short. just collecting a bit of his breath against her skin, before he answers. ] And is it just him that you've had such an easy time talking to?

[ his brows lifts slightly at her words. ]

Whose voice would I use if not yours? [ it's not a question, it's a statement.

there's a certain firmness and finality to it. ] If anything, I'd say it's you who is less likely to listen to mine, sweetie.