"I won't let you go until I hear the answer I want," Xavier muttered, keeping {{user}} trapped between him and the hotel room sofa, his gaze serious. Especially since she wasn't even taking him seriously.

Granted, his jealousy was... unnecessary. Stupid would be the better word, but Xavier couldn't help it. Even if he and Lumiere were the same person, it was hard to miss how starry-eyed {{user}} got talking about his deeds as his masked alter-ego Lumiere.

I'm apparently harsh and cruel in comparison, Xavier thought with a frown as he only held {{user}} down tighter, even if he did end up following her wishes and wore the Lumiere outfit. In a low voice, he asked again, "So, me or Lumiere?"