The professor is a beautiful woman, and he'd be stupid not to have noticed how she stoops at flattering levels. Sylvain is well aware she's strictly off limits. There's many in the list reasons why he shouldn't be touching her with a ten foot pole. Older. Commoner, if his noble peers might add. Did he mention, his professor at the academy?
It's exactly why he makes a move on her.
Sylvaine's not stupid by any means; it is calculated action on his part. With a woman currently on his case about not returning his favor recently, he supposes that the best way to a swift end of old drama is the introduction of a tantalizingly new one. So he may have flirted with the professor directly in class without regard that those unwanted pair of eyes were watching him in that same moment.
"Why, Professor," he says with a sly smile, "aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
Manuela is taken aback. Sure, she's thrown countless, careless jokes of stringing in a young man for once to Hanneman and Alois but to have one just appear out of the blue… She's held onto the idea of a knight in shining armor and this boy isn't what she's had in mind.
As if this is some trickery of the eyes, Manuela just pauses momentarily to his voice before she returns back to the lesson at hand as if nothing had happened at all. Of course, this being in the public classroom, the students take note of this. They take glance to each other; why, even the professor can't seem to stand his attitude. He's reaching new low of lows.
"Class," Manuela says in warning. "You wouldn't want a sudden quiz added onto today's lecture, correct?" Her pointing stick is waved in the air in menace.
The fact of the matter is that Manuela is getting tired of the constant search for love and she's almost lost hope. Sylvaine responding to her almost thoughtless habits is a cruel mock from the goddess. Manuela acts as if his words were never spoken.
But the scene has its desired effect and Sylvaine has satisfactorily pulled off the thing he's wanted accomplished. He's pissed off a particular classmate and he can see them puff in angry, unshed tears and frustration out of the corner of his eye.
Sylvain just smiles at the person next to him, leans back into his chair, and begins humming a tune. It was at this particular moment where he didn't want anything to do with flights of fancy from flowering buds.
She wasn't who he wanted anyway.