Wait, it wasn't one of his awful courtship overtures, was it? Hilda. You can't hold out on me if it was and you know more than just that alone. You gotta give me all the details!
[ Is he above pretending like he's Seriously Distressed about this being withheld from him? No, he's not. To entertain her as always Claude immediately ramps up the supposed anguish in there as more words come out of his mouth in a routine they both know. The next step in that is finding some other way to wheedle it out of her and with some effort put into that, and Claude opens his mouth to tell her he'll never sleep again thanks to being haunted by Lorenz's long lost words.
Before he can get anything out of his mouth, something else familiar happens as her hand closes on his face and a noise of protest leaves him as if this is some seriously strong hold. It's playful as always - as is his supposed objection despite making no attempts whatsoever to move her hand - and so is the series of scoffs at being judged by the readings, Hilda keeping herself bereft of any such experiences, and the active imagination slander. He can't refute any of those and also doesn't try once she lets go, choosing instead to turn his head to chase her hand with the intent of leaving a kiss on her palm if he can reach it.
That doesn't happen either since her questions stop him as he looks back at her instead. ]
I'm alright. I've dealt with worse. [ What 'worse' is - well. That's probably a topic they can get into eventually if it's not tonight. Maybe it will be, since he's careful to keep any of his usual masks off his face to prevent that from seeming like a deflection when it's not meant for one as he knows saying that only invites more questions. Claude takes a second to contemplate the rest as he reaches for her hand to tangle their fingers together lightly. ] And I haven't yet, but I'm going to after giving him a little bit more time first. It wouldn't be a bad idea if we both talked to him.
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[ Is he above pretending like he's Seriously Distressed about this being withheld from him? No, he's not. To entertain her as always Claude immediately ramps up the supposed anguish in there as more words come out of his mouth in a routine they both know. The next step in that is finding some other way to wheedle it out of her and with some effort put into that, and Claude opens his mouth to tell her he'll never sleep again thanks to being haunted by Lorenz's long lost words.
Before he can get anything out of his mouth, something else familiar happens as her hand closes on his face and a noise of protest leaves him as if this is some seriously strong hold. It's playful as always - as is his supposed objection despite making no attempts whatsoever to move her hand - and so is the series of scoffs at being judged by the readings, Hilda keeping herself bereft of any such experiences, and the active imagination slander. He can't refute any of those and also doesn't try once she lets go, choosing instead to turn his head to chase her hand with the intent of leaving a kiss on her palm if he can reach it.
That doesn't happen either since her questions stop him as he looks back at her instead. ]
I'm alright. I've dealt with worse. [ What 'worse' is - well. That's probably a topic they can get into eventually if it's not tonight. Maybe it will be, since he's careful to keep any of his usual masks off his face to prevent that from seeming like a deflection when it's not meant for one as he knows saying that only invites more questions. Claude takes a second to contemplate the rest as he reaches for her hand to tangle their fingers together lightly. ] And I haven't yet, but I'm going to after giving him a little bit more time first. It wouldn't be a bad idea if we both talked to him.