He just enjoys the show.

He watched as Ingrid crossed her arms under her chest, pressing her boobs up. "Well?" she demanded, wanting an answer to her previous question, leaning forward to give him a better view. "Which is it?"

"It was an actual apology," Slyvain quickly said. "Even so, I don't intend to change the way I live my life..."

"Are you being serious!?" Ingrid huffed, unconsciously putting her hands behind her head to jut her chest out. "You know you have responsibilities to your House, and you just keep shirking them to play around!"

At this point, Sylvain wasn't even listening anymore, just continuing to watch Ingrid as she shifted to turn around and stick her ass out, even as she kept trying to lecture him.

"Are you even listening to me?" Ingrid demanded, now facing him again, placing a hand on a jutted hip and her other behind her head as she jutted out her breasts.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, I'll improve, yada yada," he rolled his eyes.

Her eye twitched. "You're hopeless, you know that!?" she growled, now starting to get dressed again, clearly about to leave after she said her last piece. "I'm starting to think you're a lost cause. One of these days, you're going to piss off someone I can't calm down, and your behavior will bite you in the ass hard. I just hope you're alive for me to say I told you so!"

She finished dressing and stormed out, Sylvain grinning at the show he had just enjoyed, her completely unaware.