[ He'd caught that minor bit of anticipation from her, well aware both of them had to have recognized the move for what it was (Sylvain's) but without any payoff behind it. Yet.
After taking a moment to sort of carefully deposit the dress on the floor where none of them are likely to step on it, he sits back up to survey Hilda from beneath his lashes for a moment long enough to make it clear it's an appraisal and the kind which happens right before an action. A mischievous one, specifically. ]
Am I.
[ It's the sort of thing not asked as a question but said as a statement since he's not looking for an answer. Claude flicks his gaze to Sylvain briefly to check for his attention before he focuses his own back entirely on Hilda.
If his touches along bared skin had been subtle before, they're anything but now when after dropping his eyes away to skim them over her in full appreciation. Another action he'd already done before but feels even more prudent to do again to make it clear he's evaluating something beyond simple enjoyment alone.
There's intent in letting his hand roam up the length of her leg, this time along the inside of it as he moves back to perching in front of her again. Claude's in no rush as he stops his hand short to let it linger halfway up her thigh, instead stopping to sketch abstract shapes in either teasing or a promise. He's not revealing which yet for the purpose of drawing things out when he leans in even closer than before between them both and still short of a kiss for either of them. All the better for a sizeable smirk when he keeps his focus on Hilda but not without reaching out with his free hand to trace the back of it over the side of Sylvain's face for good measure. ]
Why would I do anything else when I know how well it works on you both? Call it free inspiration since I know your imaginations can fill in the blanks and they have before.
no subject
After taking a moment to sort of carefully deposit the dress on the floor where none of them are likely to step on it, he sits back up to survey Hilda from beneath his lashes for a moment long enough to make it clear it's an appraisal and the kind which happens right before an action. A mischievous one, specifically. ]
Am I.
[ It's the sort of thing not asked as a question but said as a statement since he's not looking for an answer. Claude flicks his gaze to Sylvain briefly to check for his attention before he focuses his own back entirely on Hilda.
If his touches along bared skin had been subtle before, they're anything but now when after dropping his eyes away to skim them over her in full appreciation. Another action he'd already done before but feels even more prudent to do again to make it clear he's evaluating something beyond simple enjoyment alone.
There's intent in letting his hand roam up the length of her leg, this time along the inside of it as he moves back to perching in front of her again. Claude's in no rush as he stops his hand short to let it linger halfway up her thigh, instead stopping to sketch abstract shapes in either teasing or a promise. He's not revealing which yet for the purpose of drawing things out when he leans in even closer than before between them both and still short of a kiss for either of them. All the better for a sizeable smirk when he keeps his focus on Hilda but not without reaching out with his free hand to trace the back of it over the side of Sylvain's face for good measure. ]
Why would I do anything else when I know how well it works on you both? Call it free inspiration since I know your imaginations can fill in the blanks and they have before.