[ The touch had been a simple one, sort of, except for that he knows exactly what he's doing. It's the sort of thing he would've tested in a meeting, at a war council, wherever just to see what he might get away with. Now's no exception when Hilda's gaze locks onto his in a way he's not keen on breaking. Especially when her eyebrow raises and it's easy to smirk in return in a familiar game long played with each other; that Sylvain's now also here and part of it is a bonus in his mind.
Holding eye contact proves to be a bit difficult when the dress begins to slip away and reveal what's beneath. Much as he'd like to properly appreciate it - not that he isn't already even with the dress still somewhat in the way - there's another weakness Claude has besides touch alone, and it's Hilda's hair. ]
I kinda think that question was more like a command. Take note, Sylvain.
[ He'll leave the other man to the remaining fasteners since whatever temptation to assist was there mere seconds ago evaporated to be replaced with something else. In a move which won't make sliding the dress off all that easier, Claude sits up to continue sliding those fingers along her leg as he moves upward, letting them trail away to the outside of her thigh when he reaches it before letting his hand fall away. He brings both hands up to first tuck the stray strands of hair behind her ears before searching for one pin and then another, carefully loosening and collecting them as he goes for safekeeping later in yet another ritual familiar to him from other nights of this before.
If there's a fair amount of affection visible on his face the whole time, well. He's not worried about hiding it. ]
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Holding eye contact proves to be a bit difficult when the dress begins to slip away and reveal what's beneath. Much as he'd like to properly appreciate it - not that he isn't already even with the dress still somewhat in the way - there's another weakness Claude has besides touch alone, and it's Hilda's hair. ]
I kinda think that question was more like a command. Take note, Sylvain.
[ He'll leave the other man to the remaining fasteners since whatever temptation to assist was there mere seconds ago evaporated to be replaced with something else. In a move which won't make sliding the dress off all that easier, Claude sits up to continue sliding those fingers along her leg as he moves upward, letting them trail away to the outside of her thigh when he reaches it before letting his hand fall away. He brings both hands up to first tuck the stray strands of hair behind her ears before searching for one pin and then another, carefully loosening and collecting them as he goes for safekeeping later in yet another ritual familiar to him from other nights of this before.
If there's a fair amount of affection visible on his face the whole time, well. He's not worried about hiding it. ]