[ That look and shudder make it all worth it, not that he's never needed a reason to justify his teasing (or to find it justifiable), but there's a specific kind of pleasure even aside from the ones in Sylvain lingering close and the kiss neither one of them seem ready to let go of just yet. It's the sort of thing which quiets even Claude from the contentment of where a simple moment feels like a completion to a thought, a sentence, an idea he hadn't known was left unfinished before now. Before all of this, really.

He should move back, do something which won't lead to the meal so thoughtfully prepared growing cold, but that feels too difficult. It's a riddle solved for him by Sylvain making that move in reaching for the knife which he takes in hand with a grin. ]

I think it's only fair that the chef gets served first, don't you?

[ Claude's not going to let any chance go by for Sylvain to protest that with anything more than words since he's busy first reaching for the other man's plate like it's a critical part of this move (since it is) and then carving off some slices of the pheasant. Though after placing the first one onto Sylvain's plate, he also helpfully uses the knife now to point with a mildly haphazard wave towards the side dishes around afterwards, since - ]

I'll let you decide what else you want me to try first of everything else you've chosen to spoil me with, or else if I find something that's my new favorite I might not be willing to share it.