[Flirting with Claude has always been too easy, too comfortable. At least back in their academy days it felt safe because he knew it would never go anywhere. There was never a risk it was just good fun. Here, though... there is more intent behind every little flaunt and wink, even if the very nature of this place didn't also pose a huge risk of falling into an uncontrolled situation.]

[He ignores the way his heart trips when Claude grins at him like that, with that new smattering of freckles across his nose. He smirks back, charming but slightly reserved, and has to hold in a sigh when Claude flops right in the middle of the couch. You're getting obvious, Reigan. Still, he sits himself down, allowing their thighs to touch because he has no other choice and well... that's innocent enough, right? Or it would be, if Claude wasn't leaning forward like that, showing off his not-yet-hair-covered chest. There's a strange little heart marking there, but Sylvain drags his eyes away from it quickly, not wanting to be called out for looking.]

Chess to warm up I think.