[ Sylvain's grin just widens as he watches this play at mock disappointment and then jabs his empty fork in Claude's direction. ]

Oh, don't think I'm not on to your tricks, Riegan. I'm sure you could bluster your way through any bit of innuendo and scandalous suggestions I could toss your way. Which, granted, would be fun. And telling you I'd like to bend you over the nearest surface and see if Hilda followed through on her threat that your undergarments could be as fancy as your outerwear would be right in line with that. Also, very true. But I also know none of that would turn you the slightest bit red.

Well. Maybe the being bent over the table would, a little. No, the things that makes you sputter are feelings.