[ A tsk leaves him at that as he works one more pin loose and a few more tendrils of hair fall. Only a few must be left as he run his fingers through the loosened part of the updo in search of them - and maybe also as an added chance for a vaguest suggestion of a scalp massage when it lasts for all of a few seconds before he's right back to his task with care behind it.

Sylvain gets a grin to match the one given to him considering he's enjoying this all around and that includes the sight of him being cuddled up to Hilda. There's a fleeting thought crossing his mind about the three of them, something undefined there and gone in an instant, and then the last pin being removed means her braid falls. The pins gathered up his hand get placed on the bed then to make sure there's nothing in the way when he runs his fingers through it to undo the plait slowly.

But he does pause when Hilda's gaze flits to his and there's a scoff that leaves him, but it's one entirely for show given the entertained smirk prominent on his face he's also not bothering to get rid of. ]

Might, like you don't already know the answer to that.

[ Whether it reveals too much or not, Claude's already moved on from letting her hair slip through his fingers. Only because there's another goal in mind now as he sits back to tug on the hem of Hilda's dress which only really succeeds in moving the fabric down a bit thanks to more assistance than that being needed. ]

Better than any correction, we could always just have Sylvain show us how it's done.