[ As Sylvain sweeps Hilda up before she can make any moves to escape there's nothing but amusement on Claude's face while he watches, though it quickly turns to a flatly unimpressed one at what follows after being told to take a seat. ]

I don't think anyone in this room should talk about avoiding feelings, really.

[ He's self aware in that to know where his own faults are, but with so much overlap going on and looped around and between everything else - Sylvain has a point in bringing them together, but it's not only him and Hilda who have things to talk about.

They'll get to that, he imagines. In the meantime, and after enough time's gone by to put some distance between being told to sit and actually doing it, Claude wanders over as well, first to get a glass of wine and then to take a seat in one of the chairs with real enough ease since: there's no avoiding this, and might as well take it right on. Never mind that he doesn't feel it beneath that veneer which is likely obvious by the fact that the wine in his hand goes ignored aside from being there. ]

If you're asking if anything's changed, it hasn't for me. What I've told you both before in terms of what I want and how I feel is still the same.

[ It might still be slightly stubborn, but it's not a complete evasion like it could be. For the most part. ]