Ah--so you did... [He hadn't taken it seriously in the moment, but here Mishka is laying on the charm too thick for even Syrlya to brush off.
He shifts as Mishka leans in, teetering between leaning backout of instinct or forward to better hear him. And that really just throws off his balance, so he reaches to try and grab Mishka's sleeve to steady himself.] Oh, my. If you keep directing such sweet words my way...
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He shifts as Mishka leans in, teetering between leaning backout of instinct or forward to better hear him. And that really just throws off his balance, so he reaches to try and grab Mishka's sleeve to steady himself.] Oh, my. If you keep directing such sweet words my way...