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I suppose that’s fine, since I’ve mostly retired them.

[ He snickers as he winds his arms around Claude’s shoulders, staying very much in his personal space as the music slows, shifting into something less of a group dance and far more intimate than that. He’s okay with that, too. And he can already feel the energy of the dancers around them already adapting and shifting accordingly.

He doesn’t pause to think of what an odd statement his words might be, especially to someone who has known him a long time. Maybe especially someone who has known him a long time. Then again, in his year here, there’s been alarmingly little of his old habits and actions popping up to make an appearance. Oh, he’s flirted still, to be sure, had more than a few flings just for the fun of it. But a different girl - or boy - in his bed every night, or on his arm at the tavern… that Sylvain has never really made an appearance here in Cadens.

And he’s oddly okay with that remaining the case. Leaving that version of himself behind him, to be buried and forgotten in Fodlan. ]

I never claimed to never go dancing before. Just never with you. You’ve never asked, after all. A grave oversight on your part, clearly.

[ There's certainly a thought - that those lines have been retired, and while it's not like Claude forgets about that when the arms around him are a bigger distraction, it's the arms and that bit of Sylvain's laughter which has a grin crossing his face as he slides his own arms down to loop them around the other man's waist.

It's enough to have Sylvain close, something again which crosses his mind when there's so few others he's ever let in for anything sustained. A word he has to apply here when there's been a year of proof to support it with no end in sight. And more than that, he's not even looking - or planning - for an end. ]

Clearly, [ he echoes Sylvain with laughter he doesn't bother to keep out of his voice as they dance and the smile on his face doesn't fade as he looks up at the other. ] But it's not like you asked either and that's even with all those chances we've had, what with there being lots of months of chances in there. Maybe I'm not the only one making oversights here.

But, [ as the music lulls a bit more making it a perfect time for Claude to lean up and stop just short of kissing him, ] no time like the present to make up for it, right?

[ He's still thoroughly enjoying the dance - and the excuse to press close, arms winding around the other man as they move in time with the music.

But that doesn't mean he can't spare a moment to be dramatic at Claude at the same time. He heaves a deep, disappointed sigh. ]

Man, I really do have to do everything around here, huh? All that flirting and seducing you. You're way more high-maintenance than you appear, you know that.

[ Those words aren't even remotely convincing a complaint, too much laughter lurking in his tone. Especially when he bends down and captures that kiss before Claude can pull back. Or start bantering back at him. Because he knows that's coming. ]

[ What Sylvain gets is laughter again immediately, and whatever retort Claude starts to offer is immediately muffled into the kiss. A good way to silence him temporarily and one he won't ever protest. Well, mostly won't protest.

Now's one of those times since there's that stomach swooping feeling again he's come to know well and not one he can attribute to this moment alone. Not when it's only been growing in intensity for months, and just this once - really more than once, lots more than one time alone as an isolated incident, Claude allows himself to admit he doesn't just like Sylvain. It's well and far past that.

And it's easy enough to tuck away again to the corner of his mind, or so he also tells himself, when the kiss ends and some of that laughter surfaces in chuckling. ]

Unfortunately for you, I've never once claimed to not be high maintenance. I can hardly be blamed for you thinking otherwise. [ Or - something like that. Now's a good time to trail a hand up Sylvain's side until he can rest it on the other man's jaw with no small amount of fondness he can't keep off his face either. ] You're not doing half bad, though. One might even say you're doing quite well, especially on both counts.

[ He turns his head to the side just enough that he can press a playful kiss to the heel of Claude's palm, affection and laughter still lingering in his warm gaze. ]

I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part, then. And here I thought the worst of the high maintenance would be keeping your room clean.

[ Will he never not tease Claude about that? Nope. Probably not. ]

Luckily for you, I've got a lot of stamina to keep up with you. Which I've clearly needed.

[ Moving into the music this time, he spins Claude out to a distance before tugging him back in with an impish grin, not giving him any warning beforehand. But he's pretty sure Claude will be able to adapt easily enough. They both have a knack for that. ]

Are you sure that's not your being high maintenance? I'm perfectly fine with my books where they are, you know.

[ He's teasing, but - actually, it sort of makes sense the more he thinks about it despite putting basically no thought into that response. It was automatic, comfortable in a way in which he didn't have to dissect anything leading up to or going into it, and warm like that kiss pressed to his palm.

Same for the laughter from him following any mention of stamina and the spin that's a pleasant surprise, though it's not without a roll of his eyes he waits to offer until Sylvain reels him back. ]

Clearly. I'd hate to think of you having to give up in the middle of this dance just because you're winded.

[ Because that's the sort of stamina they're clearly talking about, and now it's Claude's turn to steal a kiss to preemptively quite any comments about to happen. Just for a few seconds, anyway. ]

I never denied being high maintenance either, you know.

[ Sylvain just shoots him a smirk as he twines his arms tightly around Claude's waist once more, keeping him tucked against his broad chest. ]

In fact, I'm really surprised you hadn't already gleaned that from all the gossip back home. I was too high-maintenance for just about everyone, after all. [ he winks, keeping his tone light. Even if that hadn't been exactly the truth. It had been a convenient excuse and out, however. ]

Oh, well. I always knew there was a fellow fussy noble lurking in there somewhere.

[ 'Fussy noble' being one of those terms better suited for someone like Lorenz, what with the years of Claude being rather close to the source of all fussing in the entirety of Fodlan or so it'd felt, but it's fitting to playfully throw back at Sylvain.

He's not so sure he buys anything about what follows it - or that he wants to get into dragging things forward from Fodlan to this moment here - but looping his arms around the other man's neck to complete the embrace takes precedence for time being. So does running his fingers through whatever strands of red hair he can reach, and maybe so without realizing there's a far too fond smile on his face paired with it. ]

That just means you'll be good at keeping up with me, I suppose. Especially since there's something like a few months here we have now to prove it.

[ Sylvain's own smile softens somewhat as he chuckles, enjoying the feel of those fingers in his hair as he bends his head to brush his lips against Claude's. His arms are wound loosely about his lips and the music is just hushed background noise now. ]

I guess I must be. Imagine that. [ A slow, brief kiss before he rests his forehead against Claude's, meeting his gaze with affection in his eyes. ] In case I forgot to say it earlier... thanks for all this. Tonight was... really great.

[ Being this close is its own special kind of comfort where there might as well be no one else where but the two of them, and even with all the uncertainties waiting to be considered again it's enough to take in this moment with one particular surety when Sylvain kisses him once and then twice: he's happy.

He hums as if considering something, as if looking for some silly retort like the ones they so frequently toss back and forth, but nothing ever surfaces when taking in the look on Sylvain's face. Nothing that Claude has to second guess, nor does he have to guess whether it's matched on his own when he can feel it is as he keeps running his fingers through the other's hair. ]

Well. It's no cooking a surprise dinner, but I was hoping it might be even a sliver of that. [ With a fleeting grin as he decides those previous kisses weren't enough and leans up again to steal another one, and then another simply because he can, and to stay close to murmur against Sylvain's lips after. ] The night's still young, though, and I can think of more than a few ways to close it out back at the loft.

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