[ The tongue across his palm gets a wrinkle of his nose that's not genuine but more of a played up reaction, and as Sylvain relocates his hand he's quick to overdramatically wipe it on the other man's shirt. There's no time for a comment on smothering, supposed gazes following someone else, or any other smart remarks before Claude's getting a taste of his own medicine and a hand lands on his mouth.

This is quite the chain reaction he thinks as he looks up at Hilda with mirth and fondness, the flames for both only stoked by her reluctance to look at them and the protest. Easy then to repeat a version of Sylvain's convincing hand removal but this version includes Claude pressing a hidden kiss to her palm before reaching to pry ("pry") it away. Rather than let go, he simply holds onto it against his shoulder. ]

You're just giving me support for what I'm saying, you know. If you didn't notice us that's because you were commanding everything and were too busy for us. I see how it is.

[ The last part said like he's deeply wounded, naturally. Though if Sylvain thought he was going to escape being roped further into anything, well. The smirk preceding this next statement will make that clear that's not the case. ]

Sylvain agrees since he's already admitted to watching both of us.