[ The day's still young, Felix, you might find yourself hugged yet.

But Felix's complaint about his lack of weapons gets a bright laugh from Sylvain as he shakes his head, mirth warm in his dark eyes. ]

Of course that would be the first thing you complain about. They don't seem inclined to trust us with anything too pointy, you're right. Probably smart on their end. [ He pauses to glance around them, shifting from one foot to the other. ] I'm not so sure I'd be inclined to stick around in that case.