[ Huh. There's a small flicker of surprise that crosses Claude's face, there and gone in a second, because that answer was unexpected. Not the part about not making lists since he'd like to think he could've guessed that and it was part of why he thought he'd joke over the idea of either of them making one. The bluntness doesn't factor in either - he's always appreciated someone being direct even if he doesn't always manage it himself - but. It slots another something else into place fitted up against things they've spoken of before, however briefly, and rings a distant bell back to monastery days. Maybe he'd known that once and forgotten it.

He knows better than to pry into it right here and now, though. That gets pushed aside with everything else to laugh at Sylvain's next proposition. ]

Kinda think that one only works out well when it's written into the pages of some novel somewhere, but it would be an interesting challenge to juggle it all. [ Now he'll look faux thoughtful as if he's actually considering it. From the supposed vaguely (if one squints) romantic angle, anyway. ] That also sounds a lot like having to stroke the egos of the Roundtable lords, and I've already made that my full time job once. Then again, anyone in Cadens would probably be less frustrating than them so it'd surely have better immediate results.

[ Remembering his drink, Claude reaches for it but not without sending a smirk Sylvain's direction simultaneously while adding, ] Do not take any of that as an excuse to start up with another round of your flirting seminar again. I'm good.