Why are we testing my patience - of which we all know I have none - when we could be testing Hilda’s?

[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.

He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]

Then again, I never object to a good show.