[ Asked while his smirk grows from that into a grin without bothering to hide any part of that or his amusement, given that he knows Sylvain's answer to that without even needing to ask. And his own, but going with the truth rather than this wouldn't be any fun at all.
The knight in his hand is set down at the edge with the rest of his collected pieces though Claude presses one fingertip to its top to steady it in place. He's winning, yes, and not just from the sight in front of him alone (not that it hurts, either). But it extends beyond the chess game and back to dinner, back to walking in the door to find all of this, and - in honesty he grants himself - back to that feeling of falling when Sylvain kissed him and trusting he wasn't taking that leap alone.
Best to stay in the present as he glances down at himself like he's contemplating options and like he doesn't know precisely what he's doing to do next. Which is: lift his other leg in what's absolutely a stretch and nothing meant to tease, especially when Claude follows it up by reaching for his other shoe to toss it off to the side with the same grin on his face. ]
Thanks for helping me get rid of that since sitting here with one shoe left on this whole time's been rather uncomfortable. [ Since no rules apply, he reaches forward to swipe that second knight also with his king purely for his own entertainment. ] And speaking of winning...
[ Only in regards to losing another layer of clothing. That's close enough. ]
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[ Asked while his smirk grows from that into a grin without bothering to hide any part of that or his amusement, given that he knows Sylvain's answer to that without even needing to ask. And his own, but going with the truth rather than this wouldn't be any fun at all.
The knight in his hand is set down at the edge with the rest of his collected pieces though Claude presses one fingertip to its top to steady it in place. He's winning, yes, and not just from the sight in front of him alone (not that it hurts, either). But it extends beyond the chess game and back to dinner, back to walking in the door to find all of this, and - in honesty he grants himself - back to that feeling of falling when Sylvain kissed him and trusting he wasn't taking that leap alone.
Best to stay in the present as he glances down at himself like he's contemplating options and like he doesn't know precisely what he's doing to do next. Which is: lift his other leg in what's absolutely a stretch and nothing meant to tease, especially when Claude follows it up by reaching for his other shoe to toss it off to the side with the same grin on his face. ]
Thanks for helping me get rid of that since sitting here with one shoe left on this whole time's been rather uncomfortable. [ Since no rules apply, he reaches forward to swipe that second knight also with his king purely for his own entertainment. ] And speaking of winning...
[ Only in regards to losing another layer of clothing. That's close enough. ]