[ His eyes fall shut as a quiet sound slips free, both from the kiss and the tangle of Claude's fingers in his hair. He doesn't pull away, not minding giving Hilda a show to spark her imagination, if that's what she desires. His arms remain locked around her, one hand teasing up over the soft swell of a breast, even while most of it is still hidden away beneath the lacy corset she wears.

When she wiggles on his lap, she'll no doubt find she has certainly gotten a rise out of him, as it were, and the kiss only adds to that. When his eyes open again, they're darker, a faint flush to his skin as he gives Claude a weighted look. One that shows more than a slight hint of hunger when Claude turns and kisses Hilda next. His eyes are locked on the sight, barely breathing, and that really should not be as hot as it is.

At Claude's low-pitched words, he makes a quiet sound of disappointment, muffling it against Hilda's throat as his lips return to trailing kisses against her skin. ] Are you sure we've admired her enough in the corset yet? [ His tone is teasing as he shoots Claude a wink, letting his hand sweep down over the front of it once more before giving a dismayed sigh. ] But I suppose you have a point. And I'm sure we can make her more comfortable without it.

[ He intends to, in fact. Fingers sweep down the center of the front of the corset, unfastening the little clasps with an ease that speaks to perhaps too much familiarity with an article of clothing he never wears. Especially when he's still too busy watching the pair of them to even spare the task a glance.

But the lace falls away after a moment and he tugs it free to discard it with her gown. But his eyes have dropped to his view from over her shoulder now and he gives a low, appreciative groan as one hand slides up to cup one of her breasts in his palm, teasing over a nipple with his thumb. ]

Nevermind. Losing the corset was a great idea.