[ For that, Claude sits back enough to hold himself up by kneeling while trying to avoid looking too amused (even if he is). That allows him to run his now free hand up Sylvain's side, trailing a couple fingertips here and there, and all the better to slide over over a pec and right down to tweak his nipple through the fabric. ]

I should leave you with your hand and your imagination after all for that.

[ It's an empty threat meant more to tease than anything serious. Tempting as it is to continue with that teasing with some more minor dramatics, they both know his ego will survive. One all too brief kiss it is before he lets go of Sylvain to sit up and arch an eyebrow. ]

Lie back and pick how you're going to stay.

[ He's still counting on winning his wager, but might as well let Sylvain get comfortable first before testing him. ]