[ Claude doesn't pull away, just waits him out. And Sylvain feels silly for the sudden sense of skittishness that had washed over him, especially in a situation like this. Claude was going to think he was crazy.

Pushing away the lingering sense of uncertainty he rarely let show, he instead rests his palm over Claude's, his fingers sliding up to brush over the inside of his wrist now. ]

I'm pretty sure the answer to that is supposed to come from you anyway, you realize. [ They'd most like be his lines, anyway.

Trying to summon up some of that smugness Claude had expected from him in the first place, he casts him a crooked grin, even if dark eyes are searching his face, trying to read his expression. ] Are you trying to tell me you've been harboring an actual crush on me all this time?

[ At least joking about it gives him a moment to try and drag his actual thoughts back under control. ]