[ Claude doesn't rise to that bait, difficult as it is to ignore about now suddenly being too young when he knows - and he knows Sylvain knows damn well - there were others far younger than him there. Instead he shifts into a mock frown, one that only (playfully) grows deeper when the math is questioned because that just won't do. ]

So you're agreeing with me you are older and therefore what I said was correct? Great. Thanks, Gautier.

[ Just going to close that loophole quickly which he can, since while reaching for his wineglass Claude waves a hand in an unconcerned gesture. ]

A month still counts, if that's going to be your next protest, because: see what I just said.