Sylvan's hunger for her

Eva, exhausted and frustrated, shot him a glare. "I don't need your help, Sylvan. Just let me be."

Sylvan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, whispered to Eva, "Ah, sweet Eva,you're worried about your friend there, well, your friend is indulging in the most sensual dreams, courtesy of my enchanting touch. Karl's getting a taste of pleasure he never imagined."

Eva's eyes widened, a mix of concern and disbelief. "What have you done, Sylvan? This isn't a game!"

Sylvan chuckled, his tone dripping with mischief. "Oh, it's just a harmless dream, my dear. Nothing more than a flicker of desire in the vast canvas of his mind."

Eva, unsettled and uneasy, stammered, "Sylvan, this... this isn't right. I'm not comfortable with this. Stop playing with his dreams."

Sylvan, reveling in her discomfort, continued to taunt, "Oh, sweet Eva, afraid of a little intimacy? Just a playful dream, no harm done. Your friend is enjoying it, believe me."