That payoff's the whole point of earning it first, I'm pretty sure. And there's something about anticipation in there to go with it, somewhere. [ There might be a slight smile of fondness hidden by taking a drink, partially for that and to distract himself by whatever supportive part of the dress is digging into his side thanks to how he's chosen to sit, but still worth it as he sets the ale down afterwards with a contemplative hum for that opinion on non-Faerghan fashion. ] No? That's a shame. You do look rather nice in Leicester's colors.

[ But that does skirt too close to things from home they're avoiding, even if it's an association in the most abstract sense and if he's already sitting here dressed in a rather deliberate shade of blue. Too late for that, though not for Claude to tap a finger against his mug slowly like he's weighing an important decision while scrutinizing Sylvain at the same time. ]

I'm not sure that specific yellow's really doing you any favors, though. Fortunately, now you've figured out a source of dye you can use to fix it to be something... better.

[ Or however that works; this is possibly one method of prying to know more about the dye that'd made this all happen rather than remain a (mostly) joking concept and definitely not at all an attempt for Claude to figure out how to get some for himself for other ideas. ]