[ This is where it gets interesting for Claude since the blindfold being in the way means he does get to appreciate what he can see of that handsome face, what with that part not being any kind of exaggeration. It starts when there's those familiar crinkles which appear only when Sylvain's holding back a smile as he's learned from watching this up close in a way the him from a year ago couldn't have bargained upon happening. There's the head tilt which gives away Sylvain's onto something which happened before it, the same one Claude's witnessed when there was something particularly puzzling or of great interest in front of the other man when it came to a book, a new recipe, something puzzled over in balancing the blends of teas he's been working on.

All small details Claude hoards close like the precious things they are to him; that's something he can admit to himself after having made peace with himself over what he could no longer call anything but fact. All things in the greater list of what's made him entirely too fond, even if there's surely another word for that feeling beyond fondness which doesn't run deep enough for it. ]

That depends. Are you planning on flirting with me now?

[ Asked very seriously, like perhaps this is something equating to a topic of Great Importance that would've crossed the Roundtable when he was still in charge of it and as though he's going to have to put deep consideration into whatever it is. And as if, of course, Sylvain's answer might tip the scales on his decision one way or another even as he takes a completely relaxed sip of ale. ]

I'm sure you've spent your time carefully crafting new ones you could try out. See if they're any more impressive than the first ones you laid on me. Go on, I'll just wait right here.