[ For a second, that response feels so normal and like it'd fit into any number of their conversations. Like they're sitting in the Sarstina's tavern verbally elbowing each other, which would be vastly preferable to being here. The juxtaposition of it and reality almost makes him laugh. Almost - but it does get him to unwind just a bit. ]

Please, the plant tried to eat all of us. Your ego will survive.

[ It's less cross, at least, even if Claude is still distinctly Not Happy about both of them ending up here - what's one more feeling to swallow down with all the others? Squabbling can be set aside while he continues to study Sylvain when the other hasn't even bothered to move. That doesn't fit what he would've expected. ]

You didn't get stabbed after I... left, did you? Because you were supposed to stab them, not the other way around.