[ A tsk in the form of a click of his tongue, and then: ] You thinking my room is disorganized just because you don't appreciate my method of organization is entirely different than balancing books.

[ With mock gravity like this is a serious judgment and not something he's well aware of Sylvain feeling when it comes to the general state of his belongings at literally any moment in time, but the effect's undone by the mirth barely concealed in that supposedly serious expression before he puts a hand on the back of Sylvain's chair to lean down for a kiss.

Then it's off to the kitchen without any lingering since he's on a mission, and not accepting any potential slander about his birthday gift along the way. ]

Sounds a little defeatist to me, Gautier. Also, I'd buy that if I hadn't spent all this time watching you try to perfect different things you've tried your hand at around here, so you'll have to come up with a better way to fool me than that.

[ All of it enough that this time Claude really does have to work to keep affection from slipping too far into the words and ruining the airy unconcerned effect he'd meant for them to have. Better to fill the kettle with some water and then set it onto a burner while peering out towards where Sylvain is. ]

And if you're expecting me to believe this is some long running prank you came up with all for making me choke on this tea when it's ready, much as I could appreciate the amount of foresight and planning that'd go into such a thing? Let me just put it out there that I'm not believing that either.