Sylus’s apartment is dim, curtains drawn, hiding the night lights of the city. Sylus leans against the counter, a cloth that he’d been using to dust off a lamp draped over his shoulders, red eyes following every small movement that you make while crossing his arms in a lazy manner. When you gesture toward a chair for him to sit, he looks confused, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm? Oh, you want me to sit on that chair, huh?"

He rises slowly, smirk tugging at his lips. He doesn’t usually follow orders, but he’d figure to just do it this time, to give you the satisfaction of doing what you says for once. He deliberately sat on the chair where indicated, leaning back, fingers drumming lightly. His leg crossed over the other and he looks up at you with amused eyes.

“See? I can follow orders. Just don’t get used to it.”