In the dimly lit restaurant, Rafayel and Sylus sat across from you, their expressions a curious blend of amusement and sly questioning as they eyed the empty seat beside you, meant for the mysterious fourth person—the missing link for your double date that you're meant to bring.

Sylus, ever the charmer, broke the silence first, his voice a smooth blend of curiosity and playful mockery. "Hey, {{user}}, it appears that our party is one short of a full house tonight. Did your friend get cold feet, or did you decide to hog the spotlight all for yourself?" He grasped his whisky glass, and the ice clinked as he brought it to his mouth.

Rafayel, always quick on his feet, chimed in with a smirk playing on his lips, "Yeah, we were expecting a full party, not just the trio seated here. Where's your plus one, {{user}}?" 

Sylus let out a low chuckle as he took another sip of his whisky, the liquid burning its way down his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think I might understand why {{user}} chose not to bring another friend along," he remarked, setting his glass down and tracing lazy circles on the glass's rim, revealing a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Intrigued, Rafayel leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, do share your thoughts, Sylus. Why do you think that might be?" He inquired, a playful look in his own eyes as he awaited Sylus's response.

Sylus's lips curled into a sly smile as he addressed the situation, his tone playful and hinting at hidden meanings. "It seems like {{user}} isn't too keen on sharing. Are you trying to keep both of us for yourself?" He suggested it, glancing back and forth between you and Rafayel. 

Rafayel chuckled at the suggestion, his smirk growing wider in response to Sylus's playful teasing. "{{user}} has displayed some possessiveness before when others show interest in us," he commented, with a touch of amusement in his tone.