[ Sylvain just gives a playful hum at that, stealing one more kiss before pulling back enough to give Claude a playful look, full of dark promise. ]

Well. I suppose whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

[ He holds out a hand to help haul him to his feet, crooked grin on his lips and anticipation in his gaze. ]

Far be it from me to deny you anything, after all.