That's the whole point of carrying you where they can be seen!
[ This is said with Great Seriousness, like this is a perfectly logical plan. It's absolutely not simply fueled by alcohol making things seem like a better idea than they actually are. He's ready to defend this and spiral it out into something more convincing than deserving of the whine she gives he's well familiar with from many times of wheedling (from one or the other of them), but Sylvain's got a much better solution even if Claude had scoffed at the idea of them ending up in the gutter.
Of course, he's not going to admit this aloud, and not when he's already pressing a hand to his chest like he's affronted by the very implication he'd allow anything to happen to the shoes in question. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. But in that case...
[ It's easy enough to step forward and with his usual deftness not hampered by a little too much to drink, slip one heel and then the other off Hilda's feet now that she's aloft. And then hold them up in his hands with an innocent look none of them are going to buy, but that's not going to stop Claude from entertaining himself by offering it anyway. ]
I'd better just hold onto these for safekeeping, don't you think?
[ That's a rhetorical question, because he's also just going to keep walking in the direction of the inn with the heels balanced in his palms held aloft before him like they're sacred objects for good measure. ]
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[ This is said with Great Seriousness, like this is a perfectly logical plan. It's absolutely not simply fueled by alcohol making things seem like a better idea than they actually are. He's ready to defend this and spiral it out into something more convincing than deserving of the whine she gives he's well familiar with from many times of wheedling (from one or the other of them), but Sylvain's got a much better solution even if Claude had scoffed at the idea of them ending up in the gutter.
Of course, he's not going to admit this aloud, and not when he's already pressing a hand to his chest like he's affronted by the very implication he'd allow anything to happen to the shoes in question. ]
I wouldn't dream of it. But in that case...
[ It's easy enough to step forward and with his usual deftness not hampered by a little too much to drink, slip one heel and then the other off Hilda's feet now that she's aloft. And then hold them up in his hands with an innocent look none of them are going to buy, but that's not going to stop Claude from entertaining himself by offering it anyway. ]
I'd better just hold onto these for safekeeping, don't you think?
[ That's a rhetorical question, because he's also just going to keep walking in the direction of the inn with the heels balanced in his palms held aloft before him like they're sacred objects for good measure. ]