[ Sylvain just arches an eyebrow, grin still playing about his lips as he eyes him a moment before scooching his chair back enough to prop one ankle up on his knee. One boot gets removed and set very deliberately on the floor beside their table. ]

I might lose them faster, but you're gonna lose just as many. So you should probably be relieved it's still so warm out here, otherwise you'd get pretty uncomfortable pretty quick.

[ Clearly the temperature isn't much of a factor for him. But considering Claude jumped on taking out his backup, he moves out another piece he hadn't even touched yet - specifically for this purpose - and takes the conquering piece Claude had just moved, claiming it as his own. He wiggles it in Claude's direction with a smirk. ]

Your turn.

[ He leans back in his chair again with that smirk lingering, arms crossing over his chest as he watches Claude. Laughter glinting in amber eyes. ]

You know, we better hope that Altair doesn't decide this is a good night to crash onto our roof. He might get a show.