[ Oh - right. The Summoning pool gets a brief wrinkling of his nose considering he was happier forgetting that ever existed even with the reminders of it every time there's a new face around the inn. Now that he's thinking about it - other than one of the spas, it's hard to picture a pool of water hanging out around the desert when it's in the hottest part of the year like now.

Claude offers a hum of acknowledgement while taking another drink though whether it's for how fun Sylvain would've made any dip in a pool (something he doesn't doubt) or the nudge is hard to say. Nothing further comes to clarify it save idling tucking one leg back without dislodging Sylvain's leg to hook a foot around the other man's ankle for the added contact. ]

I can't believe you just passed up an opportunity to make fun of me for not sleeping. [ That's his first proclamation as he puts the tankard down given that Sylvain knows it wasn't for reasons involving any kind of gentlemanly behavior. He's not interested in going over that yet again, so humor's the right option as a redirection. ] Besides, maybe I did that just because I thought I'd be kicking you out of my room the next night. Little did I know that it'd turn out you'd never leave.

[ Far from a real complaint despite as pained as he makes it sound, though maybe it's also useful for hiding what Claude knows would be far too much affection otherwise. ]