[ Sylvain's expression twists into a grimace as he gives a mildly horrified shudder. ]

The only person scarier to let into my kitchen than you. Why would you even speak that into being a possibility?

[ Still, his good mood right now is impossible to dim and he lingers at that kiss for a long moment. If only because he loves the expression on Claude's face right now and could probably look at it for hours, like the ridiculous sap he was apparently becoming. Ugh.

But he does smile and sit back, his dark eyes warm, even as he reaches out to pluck up a serving knife and offer it to the birthday boy. ]

You're welcome. I'm just glad you liked it.