[ Sylvain doesn't immediately lunge for his throat, though that doesn't entire put him at ease. He knows that most of the Faerghus knights are horny for chivalry and honour, but he would expect Sylvain to play the long time; make himself look harmless and trustworthy before extricating his revenge.

He's just really disoriented. ]

What are you talking about? One second I was eating some candy, and the next thing I know I'm eating dirt with you hovering overhead.

[ Though, as his thoughts start to regroup from his sleep-induced stupor, hadn't he seen others soundly asleep despite the noise and chatter around them? ]



. . . I did that to myself, didn't I?