Claude, meanwhile, took one look at the snow - the endless snow which still hasn't let up after a century and then some - and immediately took the shortcut to getting to the location mentioned on the invitation. Because of course he did.

Which means that rather than making any sort of trudge up the mountain and delaying any sort of reward all of that fancy engraving promises, he uses those godly powers and simply appears in the middle of the lodge where it's warm, dry, and without even a single chilly breeze unless Sylvain gets any ideas, but he's ready to summon up more layers or borrow a blanket (or twelve) if that happens. That might be the exact opposite of what's in mind as he turns a corner just in time to see Jesper pull Sylvain through a doorway by that shirt he sorely hopes is about to disappear in the next few minutes.

"Are we really trapped if you so kindly invited us to attend?" A question asked purely to be difficult and likely to no one's surprise though even if Claude meant it as a rhetorical one more than anything else, whether he was expecting any sort of answer becomes quickly overridden by his continued talking after a scan of the room to take in everything. "Clutches indeed. Perhaps we should be worrying if you'll ever let us leave with all the thought put into this."

And with a teasing smirk back to both Jesper and Sylvain, "Or whether we're getting snowed in since it looks like we're prepared for it."