[ His eyes slip closed at the feeling of those fingers sliding into his hair, tugging and drawing a quiet murmur of appreciation from his lips. Ones that are still quirking upwards in a smirk as Claude laughs and kisses him again. Which is what he’d wanted anyway, so he’ll count it as a win.

He does reach up to prod the other man in the ribs, however, when those are all the words that are forthcoming. ]

Are you going to let me in on this idea of yours or is this another one of your terrible mysteries you’re gonna torment me with for the next three hours or so?