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[This guy... Lorenz's frown could truly drop the temperature in the room a couple degrees. Why this, Sylvain? Why must you be this way?]

You're heckling. You truly need not waste my time with these antics. Do you not have your own bidding problems to worry about without adding to mine?

[Yes, that's it, you've discovered his nefarious plan. The room is clearly too toasty, and he intends to chill it with the force of Lorenz's displeasure alone.]

Of course not. My own bidding is just as automated as yours.

[So he's free to be as much of a menace as he pleases, because he's not going to stop anyone from bidding on himself.]

[How dare Sylvain understand these new technologies? Lorenz had only one plan and it was that one. How does one delete a bid... charity has never been so unkind.]

Well, do not try to win. I am not taking you anywhere, even if you do.

[To be entirely fair, he's had several months now to adjust to these new technologies. Ganbatte, Lorenz, he believes you'll be a prismagram star soon enough.]

Ah, I see. In that case, I'll just have to take you out somewhere if I happen to win.

[He's not planning on making a concerted effort to win - as fun as that might be to get Lorenz's hackles up - but a bid here and there over the course of the night isn't out of the question. So if he happens to win... well, then he happens to win.]

I'm busy on that day. Completely booked. Rotten luck.

[There was no chosen day. He's busy on all of them. Do not question this because he is busy, his schedule is packed. For example, on Tuesdays he stays home and no one bothers him.]

What a shame. I'll have to ask Hilda when you're free.

[Or, more likely, bribe her to tell him. Probably also bribe her into getting Lorenz all set up and willing to go out before pulling a switcheroo. If he wins. Which he isn't honestly intending on.]

Hilda is also busy.

[Too busy to betray him, they have a sacred Golden Deer bond... So there!!]

Sylvain. We are well past the age of petty rivalry. [totally what this is] Let us put this childish behavior behind us.

[Specifically, bidding on him for laughs. Stop that.]

Is she now?

[He's pretty sure he can find something to bribe her with. Would it be worth it? Probably not.]

Mm... you're right, Lorenz. [Less petty rivalry and more... getting amusement at his expense... (subtle distinction) but even so...] Then any further bids of mine will be with the full intent on sweeping you off your feet, if only for a night.

[And there's that signature wink and winning smile of his, right on cue. He still doesn't really intend to win, but... at least the bids aren't just for laughs anymore? Small victories?]

That— That's precisely what I just suggested you stop doing. Are you listening to me?

[The thought of Sylvain being earnest about this thing sounds so far-fetched to Lorenz, he genuinely believes he is still being messed with. What the fuck, Sylvain. He's so unimpressed...]

Of course I am.

[He's hurt! Hurt!! That Lorenz thinks he wouldn't be earnest about this!

...Okay, it's really not that much of a stretch to think he wouldn't be, so he does let his voice pitch to something a little more serious.]

Lorenz, I really would enjoy taking you on a proper date, believe me. You're gorgeous, and good company, I'm not so foolish that I can't see that.

[And with the date auction as a pretense, he wouldn't have to ~break his heart~ afterwards. Not that he actually thinks Lorenz is that fragile.]

[...Seriously though is this an elaborate prank..... Of course he's gorgeous and good company, but that only proves Sylvain has working eyes. Hmph.]

And yet you are fool enough to try... whatever it is you're doing.

[Classic Sylvain moves (tm)? Maybe so.]

Are you going to tell me next that you remember some nonsense about me being part of your house at the monastery? We are not old friends, Sylvain.

[...Maybe a little prank. A baby prank. In so much as Lorenz's suspicion is doing 100% of the work, here.

He does have working eyes, though, it's true.]

And yet I am fool enough to try to win your company for an evening, yes.

[Kind of. Casually attempt to win, anyway.]

I am not. I... am aware of the discrepancies in some of our memories, but you did not join the Blue Lions in mine. And if I did not join the Golden Deer or, worse, the Black Eagles in yours, then I have all the more reason to... hm... perhaps... offer the sort of friendship that we should have had, back at the monastery.

[What wonders some... weird kind of self-respect(?) respect-of-alternate-self(?) can do for the impression of someone.]

[Hmm... It would be petty of him to refuse a simple friendship on the grounds of "you pissed me off so much at school," wouldn't it? Cannot believe propriety has finally failed him. This is a tragedy.]

Regardless of whatever designs on civility you may have, there will be no "company for an evening." I want that to be perfectly clear.

[He can agree to step one: be civil in public, but he can do only so many impossible things in one day, so that is the limit.]

We have never seen eye to eye. Frankly, I don't anticipate that will change. But I am not one to refuse an earnest overture of... friendship.

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