[ The question - he thinks it's a question even if it's not directly said as one - of what he shows to others gets a slight smirk while he keeps his gaze on the wine bottle, but that's the extent of his reaction. Nothing else is volunteered to that either, though at the mention of Teach that smirk softens into a fond smile. ]

To say the least. He was always good at getting others to open up to him even if he didn't always say much himself. Not at first, anyway. Teach opened up after a while himself though with all the chatterboxes in our house he didn't stand a chance to not, but that didn't stop him from spending a lot of time staring at us more than anything else.

[ Teach isn't really the focus here much as Claude does want to know more about the similarities and differences between the professors they know. That topic can wait for another time since he stops fiddling with the bottle to look up at Sylvain again. The other's expression doesn't offer him many clues beyond those statements he considers while pulling them apart and putting them back together again. There's more hidden in there, he's certain of it, even if he's been told to take things at face value.

After a bit he leans over to nudge Sylvain's shoulder with his own. ]

For what it's worth, you're not the only one who felt that way about the monastery being a home. Or a haven of sorts, which might be a better description and despite everything that happened there and after.