[ Sylvain's remark just gets a repeat of that knowing sidelong look from Claude - what with the other man having been on the other side of it several times, there's no point in pretending otherwise or saying so aloud. Hilda's certainly been the benefactor of said mischief several times herself, and now getting to put the two together is rather fun for him. Something which only continues when she tilts his face and runs her finger across his lips, two things which have him watching her very closely and completely disregarding that supposed angelic look. ]

I bet we can find a way to make you remember your daydreams clearly.

[ The gap doesn't last. This time when he leans forward it's to kiss Sylvain with no hesitation and no small amount of need, want, or both behind it. Claude moves his same hand from that brush to tangle it in Sylvain's hair with the intention of keeping him there. His other hand continues to inch up Hilda's inner thigh ever higher, whatever abstract shapes happening dissipating into something far more deliberate.

Electric as it might be, he doesn't let the kiss last before breaking it and shifting enough to trail his lips along Hilda's jaw, purposefully dragging out the conclusion they know is coming when his mouth lands on hers next. There's no less intensity behind it, not when longing slips into it from weeks (and longer) of wanting this. From a near miss in a recovery bed, to having her here now between them both - to what he'd meant about remembering.

The full memory will have to wait when Claude ends that kiss too rather than letting himself get swept up into it. It's not enough, but it'll help to properly set the stage for possibility when he pulls back enough only enough to be able to speak in a low tone he'll know they'll both be able to hear. ]

We could start, I think, with losing the corset. What do you say, Sylvain?