[ There's the vague sense he's stumbled into something Hilda laid a trap for without him even noticing it at that look she gives him, but he's willing to suffer this. Probably. It remains to be seen where exactly this is going to go in the end, but he does raise an eyebrow at the mention of lacing and now finally looks closer at the dress beyond just absorbing the general outline. ]

Is that a... corset? [ There is Something offering structure to this, anyway, and he grimaces even as he reaches for the hem of his tunic in the same moment. ] Do I get to request being able to breathe while wearing this? Sitting down might also be nice with breathing as a bonus to that, too.

[ Claude's still grumbling, but this time he's doing so while stripping off his clothes. If it was anyone else here besides Hilda he might have some level of self-consciousness but since they're long past that - the shirt and trousers get tossed haphazardly onto the end of his bed and with a (deeply dramatic) sigh he takes the dress to pull it on over his head in what seems like the logical way to go about this.

Except that it's unwieldy. This much he'd guessed from the appearance but the actuality of more or less burrowing out of a tunnel of fabric is something else since it takes him a minute to find where everything goes so he can resurface. He gets there eventually. ]

Gods. Please tell me getting dressed isn't like this every day for you.