How my ego suffers, being friends with you two.

[ Sylvain gives a dramatic sigh at that and flops over onto his back beside where Hilda is hiding her face in his pillow.

But then he rolls his head to the side, facing her, and playfully prods a fingertip into one of her cheeks, what little he can see of it. His tone taking on a far smirkier lilt now ]

Although if you want to combust your way out of this dress, I don't think either Claude or I will complain about it.