[ Sylvain just shrugs, almost flippant in his disregard of it. Not in offense to Claude or anyone else, but there's almost a purposeful air to the otherwise nonchalant dismissal. ]

Me? None whatsoever. [ Not that that's ever stopped some of them before, either.

But he does pause for a moment, considering what else to say as he stares down into the dregs of his drink before turning to flash Claude a halfhearted rueful smile. ]

But giving people exactly what they think they want to see so they underestimate you from there on out? That I might have considerable experience in. I know how to play a role, Claude.