[ There's a flat look barely holding back amusement from Claude, and then - ]

You know, having to explain the joke of reporting it for the sole purpose of horrifying Seteth and nothing else really takes the humor out of it all.

[ Or, more accurately: it wasn't a good joke in the first place. Seteth's the last person he wants to think about in this lifetime or the next, however, and with newfound ire for the saint in question after some of those revelations in the pit now feels like as good of a time as any to continue blissfully forgetting about Seteth's existence.

Fortunately, Sylvain gives him an opportunity to do just that as he arches an eyebrow playfully. ]

First dinner, then strip chess, and then I'm on my knees? You really have planned out a full night here.