Oh, you meant tonight? In that case, I could spend the next hour or so flattering you both if that'd help. Even if I think you just added me to that as an afterthought, Hilda.

[ Claude's smiling as he takes another bite of pastry. That's not the point of that they're saying - probably - but he squeezes her leg fondly where his hand still rests in response to that tug at his hair while contemplating this potential plan. It's nice to feel so at ease; as hesitant as he is to call any moment perfect, this is certainly up there. ]

Anyway, I'll never say no to a compliment but it's too late for me since my ego knows no bounds. Luckily, that also means I'll survive being in second place.

[ A surprise to no one, he's sure, after he finishes that bite and another one, and now has the benefit of being able to use the pastry as a method for gesturing when he points to Sylvain next. The very reason he's in a justified second place, considering he's in agreement with Hilda. ]

Don't think that means you get to escape them, either. Hilda's onto something about you looking good.