[ There's a huff of a teasing laugh which goes with that comment about energy and the implication of preserving it, and the only reason it's not something louder is to not interrupt the closeness between them by (rightly) earning himself a swat for riling her up... too much. Something as familiar as this bargaining between them where it's just as often as been Claude himself looking for more in whatever it is they're holding out before the other, and a smile finds its way across his face even as he's already calculating more ways to comply with his end of this deal they're figuring out.

He's not in any rush to move as her hands track across him and he pauses in running his mouth to enjoy the touch. At least until Hilda pulls him closer and he gladly doesn't resist it or the kiss following. It gets a small noise from him when it's as light as the one he'd given her moments before, and Claude brings over one of his hands to cradle her jaw while obeying that quiet request to come closer as he kisses her again, this time one longer and lingering.

It might be risking derailing any massage, but: well worth it as he breaks it to lean his forehead against hers. ]

I'm certainly not going to protest anywhere your hands want to go. [ Which is not at all what Hilda was saying and he knows it, but - that's also true enough as he presses another kiss to the corner of her mouth while trying to not grin. Too much. ] What about the day at the beach tomorrow? Surely that counts for all the relaxation and energy restoration we could need on a getaway.