Maybe if one of the spa treatments here is secretly coating him in glitter. It could be that's what we'll all be walking into when it comes to the scrub.

[ If it was any other time, Claude would've laughed at that. There would've been no hesitation: the image of Sylvain being so anti-sun he manages to reflect it somehow is objectively funny. The most he manages now is still feigned pleasantry on the dry side along with an admittedly lame suggestion compared to what might've come out of his mouth - there's a good chance the omission says as much as anything else.

This is his best attempt beyond continuing to ignore or breeze past what was said. It's also not one he really cares to expand upon but with an internal sigh he puts recalcitrance aside. Sort of, and only for Sylvain's sake since he hadn't missed that sinking down, though he keeps talking while glancing back wistfully over his shoulder and wishing he'd brought his tea to the edge of the bath rather than leaving it on a table. ]

Hopefully this time we'll get to go without having to move anything that can electrocute us in the process. At least if it's already warmer in Aquila compared to Cadens we'll have the sea to go along with it.