[ her admittance may not have been particularly sudden, and yet it has a similar impact on him. his fingers pause briefly, while it doesn't diminish the output of his power, the way his expression shifts just slightly should show it well enough.

while his usual nonchalance remains, his words come out a bit softer. just a bit quieter, as if in this room there was anybody else but them and this wanderer-esque apparition. ] April 18th [ he reveals it easily to her, as if it wasn't a huge debate in the n109 zone for those who wished to curry favor with onychinus. ], and as for the desserts... [ his peripherals focus back on her, his expression largely unreadable, save for the smallest hint of a smile. ]

Well, I think there's something else I'd much rather taste. [ sylus says these words as if he's actually employing any real amount of subtlety (he's definitely not). but, he does continue holding her hand tightly, almost as if letting her know he was also increasing his squeeze over the ghost in question. ]

"We" has a good sound to it. Next time we should work together for a longer time.

[ normally, this is where sylus would go to the front to deal an actual blow, but somehow it's a positioning he doesn't entirely want to leave. or so the way he looks at her seems to suggest, before he releases hold of her hand again.

why does he punch wanderers, we may never know... ]