You might be a master tactician, sir, but not even you can account for everything.

[ It’s said teasingly, even if that smug tone is lingering. His lips quirk in amusement before his expression softens at the familiar feel of Claude’s fingertips tracing nonsensical shapes and patterns against his skin. It’s an absent habit the other man has, as if even when they’re relaxed and at rest he can’t quite seem to stop being restless. Sylvain finds it surprisingly endearing. ]

Besides. I like living dangerously. Keeping you guessing is just an added bonus.