[ If they had to compare who had the most patience amongst them, Hilda would have immediately, and gracefully, pulled herself out of the running. She had little patience. How could she when she's spent her whole life wanting and immediately receiving? Playing any sort of waiting game for anything she wanted was usually met with a whine, or at the very least a pout. 

But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.

Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]

That feels like a lot of pressure.

[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ] 

I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?