[ The whine causes him to crack a grin, then it only grows wider when Hilda presses her hands to her face, but it's the flop over in defeat and into her pillow that has Claude cracking up rather shamelessly. Being shoved off just upgrades that laughter, too. Mission accomplished as far as he's concerned even if he meant every last one of those compliments. ]

Hey now, I've done my part and then some. Just because the lady of not just this hour but every hour doesn't want to believe them doesn't make them less true.

And, [ as Claude abandons eating his pastry and sets it on the edge of the box to free up his hands to roll over and playfully tug the edge of her pillow like he's going to pull it away, ] lucky me that I can look at Sylvain and you without having to choose one over the other. Plus it's good to keep Sylvain's ego in check by looking away every now and then.

[ He's kidding, kind of, because he can't really deny appreciating the other man's outfit and everything over the night. Same goes for shooting a fleeting look in the direction of who Claude was just talking about like he wasn't here, though he follows that up by using a different part of Hilda as a pillow once again. ]