[ Sylvain doesn’t bother to stifle his laugh this time, shaking his head as he leans back in his chair, slouching comfortably there. It also gives him a really nice line of sight with how Claude’s shifted his posture, even if he’s being subtle about that.

Shocking, he knows, but he does know how to be subtle. Else his conquests back home would have ended up with a whole lot more black eyes and enraged male relations. ]

Alas. I’ve always been cursed with attracting the very worst kinds. Either they wouldn’t know how to build anticipation if their lives depended on it… Or anticiption is all they know how to build because they have no intention of ever going any further than that. [ Which has him shooting Claude a teasing look. ] I don’t think my luck has changed any, despite being in an entirely new realm. [ Claude definitely strikes him as the latter. ]