Hm, I don't know. Doesn't sound like there's a whole lot of fun in me revealing all my secrets right away... and besides that, what was it you said to me?

[ Claude crinkles his face up in thought, studying the ceiling like it'll answer him before putting on an entirely fake look of recognition before he looks back at Edelgard like it just hit him. ]

Oh, right! Your vivid imagination will hold you over. Seems like that could apply here too, couldn't it?

[ There's a vague attempt to look serious in there, but it's not very well done since he'd paused his hands momentarily when hers found his but now they inch higher again, skirt be damned. He might also be trying to distract her from being (completely) right about talking entirely too much. ]

But you know, we could always trade for whatever you're going to show me.