[ It's a good thing Sylvain leans in then because he's already formulating a quick response to that, because of course he is, and of course it'll be to immediately challenge what's said like there's any truth to any lack of appreciation anywhere here. Instead he hums a soft noise into that kiss as if he's got a placeholder for whatever thought was about to be said instead of letting it go in favor of this, content to do just that.

Even as Sylvain pulls back and keeps going with a grin on his face Claude can admit (to himself) is more than a little dazzling for how it lights up his features, even if it's fueled by teasing. It doesn't make it less bright nor does it keep that feeling he's still so reluctant to define with a name despite knowing exactly what the shape of it is and what it means, but Claude buries it yet again tonight by reaching up to tug the other down for another kiss that's firmer this time. ]

Alright, I get the point. We can't all be incredible chefs like you, you know. [ Murmured with a grin against Sylvain's lips, though he follows that up with a nip to the other man's bottom lip. ] Though I do know how to make a few things before you slander me to no end. I'll show you in the Horizon if you're that afraid of being poisoned.