“Don’t fall in, ya hear me?” Silvio skillfully paddles the kayak through the bayou, scanning their surroundings. He’s accustomed to the deck of a ship, but the closeness of this small kayak combined with the proximity of your body to his creates an intimate atmosphere.

And then there’s your expression. The more you grin like an idiot, the more he wants to lean over and kiss you until the boat inevitably capsizes.

“Don’t… don’t look at me like that!” He murmurs, his cheeks are blazing hot. It was Valerio’s idea to take you to this part of Benitoite, and now Silvio can’t handle it. He needs to kiss you.