Careful, you're just going to make me want to test your infinite patience.

[ As though he wasn't doing that already in multiple ways, but now he means a very specific variety of it. That's paired with a smirk for good measure since Claude knows that wasn't Sylvain's intent - well, beyond the things they'd both enjoy, that is.

Easy to roll onto his side then, annoying rustle as he drags (an exaggerated) fifty pounds of dress fabric rustling with him in the process to first study that smug - and well-earned - look before leaning in for a kiss. It'd be easy, far too easy, to be swept up in it if he didn't have another mission in mind that has him ending it before too long to trace the pad of his thumb along the edge of Sylvain's bottom lip. ]

I think I was also promised getting out of this dress, which would really make my plans for you much easier.