[Doesn't matter they're happening anyway. He needs to be extra vicious to dispell Sylvando's memory of this version of himself.]

I'd definitely like to hear about them, unexpected or otherwise...
[He pauses, expression settled into more of a pout, childish again rather than actively upset, as he extricates one hand to trail it further up Sylvando's arm.]

But what if I need more comfort than just talking?