What do you mean what are you getting out of us? Isn't getting to admire us in whatever you dress us in enough? I think I heard that you get to choose what it is in there somewhere.

[ Claude's careful to say this as plaintively as possible, like it'll actually successfully appeal to Hilda's sense of... whatever it is she's looking for, and as if he doesn't know. He does, thanks to both of them playing some version of the bribery game between each other plenty of times over the years, and the grin on his face which seems to have taken up residence there permanently says as much.

That's not going to stop him from obnoxiously smashing his face up against Sylvain's and pointing in a wave between both of them after his shirt departs for the floor. ]

We're prize enough even before any corsets get involved here. But if you're really asking for something else...

[ Time to lean forward and regretfully somewhat leave Sylvain's embrace to reach for her ankle. Not to let his hand rest there, however, but instead to run a couple fingertips up her lower leg at a glacial pace to make sure he has her attention. ]

... then we could probably assist with the dress removal.