[ That particular response is so very Sylvain that Claude finally properly chuckles even if he doesn't feel like it. Even if it aggravates his throat, meaning he probably should've had more of the water like Sylvain was insisting rather than the sip he'd taken, but that'd require moving and he's not keen on that. Even more so after there's lips on his forehead, and even despite the fleeting alarm they feel cooler than the skin they touch. Maybe he can just sleep off some of whatever this is after all. (Unlikely.) ]

I do still owe you a massage, I suppose.

[ Does he, or is that just something his brain is grabbing onto from somewhere in his memory and applying it here anyway? Claude's not really thinking about it too much since he's more focused on shifting slightly to make Sylvain's shoulder even more comfortable. ]

You could always add it to your list for when we get back, if you can make some space in there for me between eating cow number one and number two.