[ Just because Hilda's face is currently pressed into the pillow doesn't mean that her hearing has been muffled. Even if it had, she'd be able to hear Claude's unabashed cackles directed at her embarrassment without any issue. Unable to let this go unretaliated, she lashes out a little blindly with a punch.

Whether she's hit another pillow or his arm isn't something she's willing to confirm because she's currently more preoccupied with ensuring that neither of them see her face which at this point has to be the shade of a tomato. Her other hand valiantly staves off Claude's attempt to tug her pillow away. The way her fingernails dig into the pillow gives off the impression that she'd rather see the pillow tear than let him do that. ]

Then why do you keep hanging out with us? I'm not sure "suffering" is the right word to use when you do it on your own free will.

[ Unfortunately it's Sylvain's playful poke of her cheek that causes her hold to loosen as she squeals in protest. Now part of her very unimpressed red cheeks are revealed to the world. ]

I don't want to combust out of this dress. I'm onto you. [ She wiggles a finger at Sylvain before giving Claude another blind poke as the alcohol loosens her tongue. ] And you too. This is some big ploy just to get me in bed - well it's not going to work!