[ Sylvain gets a scoff for that, one that says I clearly do and might've been the preface to something else, but those hands are distracting. More so is the fact that there's still a corset impeding being able to feel them fully, and while he hadn't entirely minded its restraints at different points it's still overstayed its welcome in his mind.

Easier still to help with shimmying out of it when their kiss breaks and Claude pulls his hands away from where they'd tangled in Sylvain's hair again to sit up with a dramatic sigh. ]

You have no idea.

[ As if he's really been suffering here. The reaction's meant more for Sylvain's entertainment as he takes a second to stretch. And speaking of entertainment - a second later he swings one leg over Sylvain's hips to press a knee on either side of the other's waist to keep him right there. Nothing like a semi-captive audience as Claude reaches for the buttons of his own shirt to undo them one by one while letting Sylvain enjoy being dressed for a while longer. Claude will get to that - in time - but for now Sylvain gets a front row view to the removal of that shirt and skirt. ]

This isn't a bad sight either, for the record. [ Is he smirking? He's definitely smirking. ] One I could certainly get used to, and that's while you still have your clothes on. Or, well, mostly on. I imagine it's even better without them.