I think he was capable of making good tea with things you and I might define as, say, lethal.

[ Dryly, because he knows Sylvain knows this without it needing to be specified. Not that Claude has anything against it; maybe in another world he could've traded such a thing with Hubert, if there was ever some world where that was meant to be rather than the chaos they'd all descended into.

That he's chosen to point this out with past tense compared to Sylvain's present is lost on Claude as he continues to move his hand in abstract patterns across the other's back while he watches someone nearby try to light a fire. Someone else will have to help since he's loathe to move, and more importantly - ]

Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? [ Conveniently said as if Claude wasn't the one who'd started this and is still actively keeping Sylvain awake, but easier to tsk and continue on with his mock scolding. ] Now you're just asking for Hubert to end up in your dreams at this rate.