[ If it hadn't already been difficult enough to pull away as it was, Dion makes it even more so when each of those small touches put a pause in what even Claude can admit aren't his best attempts to exit a situation. Because why would he even want to here? Far better to grin against Dion's mouth when it seems he remembers the dragon after all. ]

If she's anything like... well, any wyvern I've ever known, she might've invited herself as it is.

[ One last kiss it is temporarily before he slowly unwinds himself from Dion's embrace now that there's another destination in mind.

In the name of comfort, or rather something far more comfortable, Claude removes all the warm gear meant to ward off Nocwich's chill - gloves, cloak, a scarf - and then tosses them onto one of the armchairs nearby rather haphazardly. Something he's done before a time or two (or several hundred). Much like those other times, there's no checking to see if they land or to fold any of it. Claude's too busy retrieving the book in question next and sitting on the edge of the bed to toe off one boot and then the other next.

One brief pause to scratch the dragon under her chin to further the invitation offered, and then there's nothing left to do but to scoot back to get comfortable and pat the empty space next to him with a smile offered to Dion. ]

C'mon, then. Time to get even more comfortable.