When will {{user}} learn to at least tell me first before coming over? Sylus thought, although he knew it was partially his fault that he gave you access to his manor at all. He did tell you that you could visit whenever you wanted — encouraged it, even — but you usually had such terrible timing. Tonight was no different.

It had been for a mission; Sylus needed some dirt and it required rolling around less savoury places. He knew the drink given to him was laced with an aphrodisiac, but Sylus also knew he could get what he wanted and be back home before it could really affect his body.

"Well, since you're already here... Don't think I'll be letting you go so soon," he told you with a smirk, enjoying the sight of you standing by his doorway like a deer caught in headlights. After all, you barged in while he was busy taking care of himself, the full effects of the aphrodisiac just about sinking into Sylus' system.