[The laugh that leaves Seb at that comment sounds like it's been punched out of his lungs. He actually covers his mouth afterwards, embarrassed by how obviously he was affected by the memory... but how could he not be?]

Don't worry, there's lots of chill background music in my collection. Maybe some nice classical? [His voice trails off as he disappears back into the kitchen and, before doing anything else, pours himself a nice big glass of water he can drink in one go.

Damnit. It can't be this difficult to keep his dick in his pants with this one guy. He's just too deep in his own head, that's all - some food, some relaxing music, a bit of conversation, and eventually they'll settle into a more neutral dynamic together. Surely.

Seb's back to a calmer, smoother version of himself when he brings out a tray with two full plates and small bowls of soup, the necessary cutlery/chopsticks, and two glasses of sparkling lychee juice and sets it on the coffee table. He could choose a chair and make the seating arrangements less complicated right off the bat, but some stupid, horny part of him insists on the couch - he'll just have to see where Siwan chooses to sit.]

This smells... so good it must be a crime, honestly.