[ That accusation just gets loud laughter from Claude since no, he doesn't regret a thing about making up any rules, moves, or whatever else might happen now. Such as Sylvain also completely disregarding the game they were playing before to join in, and Claude doesn't make even one solitary attempt to hide the mirth apparent on his face when that move plays right into what he'd hoped to do. Sort of, since he can't really take credit for predicting that would really happen. ]

Oh, well. Hope you weren't attached to that knight since they're falling in the name of my hopes and dreams here.

[ It's all the warning ("warning") Sylvain gets before Claude offers one more languorous stretch, then leans forward, deposits the piece in his hand off to the side of the board with his other proofs of victory, and moves his king to swipe the supposedly offending knight right off of its square. This one gets considered for a minute as he holds it up in front of his face, though not for long before he shifts his gaze to meet Sylvain's with a smile. ]

Said dream being now that you're up to a count of three, that is. If you're just looking to add to the count of how much clothing you're going to lose, I'm certainly not going to complain.