If we're only at three or four then that means there's probably more compliments yet. What was the upper limit you'd said that one time, ten? See, plenty of room left.

[ He's making that up. There probably was a limit Hilda mentioned at one point, Claude's positive, but did he retain it? Of course not. That would've meant giving up on wheedling whatever added compliments out of her he could have then, not to mention what he's attempting to do here now, even if it'd likely also been by virtue of annoying them out of her.

The thought of it has him grinning a little in a way which can't be entirely attributed to mischief even if Claude's assuming that's what it's for. It's more like a flash of giddiness, perhaps, as the closest comparison when it comes to if he had to describe it, and that's entirely due to Hilda being here. That this is something more like how it used to be even with the struggle he's having to remind himself to not read into it, to not attribute too much when there'd been months where they couldn't stand to be in the same room. And certainly, there's that complicating factor still of this being for couples when he'd merely said it'd be a party of two to treat a very good friend, but it's working out.

Claude's overlooking the mention of avoiding it being something to avoid. Instead he tilts his head back to peer at the table where the attendant had set a few things down they could add to the tub if they wanted to, but - ]

Now that you've said that, I was hoping there might've been a wine bottle I overlooked up there if they're going for romance here. That would've been a nice touch, but I guess we'll have to save that for after we're out of here.