[ There's a second where, even if the pause still involves a mouth on his neck, that's just long enough for Claude to wonder if there is, somehow, actually a flaw. Maybe something he hadn't accounted for, something somehow overlooked, but then Sylvain answers and he opens his eyes to blink at the ceiling for a moment before resisting the urge to laugh as a shiver of enjoyment runs through him thanks to those teeth. ]

Oh no, however will I survive? [ Claude doesn't even bother to make that sound serious what with deliberately putting a grin in his voice and tugging lightly on Sylvain's hair to encourage him on. ] What rotten luck. Though I suppose it depends on whether you're promising me the next time or not.