“He understands that all too well, please don’t fucking encourage him.” Sylvain gives a groan of mock dismay as he rubs a hand over his face. The last thing Claude needs is another excuse to be a tease tonight. Or more of one.

But he lets them play with the outfit, and the shifting colors, although since it seems the outfit part of it is decided, he plucks it from the closet and holds it up in front of it as Jesper makes the hues shimmer back and forth. The both look good with the gold, he thinks, but he just glances up to watch their reactions to see which they end up preferring.

“I don’t think I fit the criteria for muses. Although I suppose I could be extra scandalous and show up in nothing but a conveniently placed fig leaf. That counts as not-a-towel, right?”

He’s only teasing, but he does shoot a smirk in Claude’s direction, since he’d been the one most protesting those in the first place.