[Cyril... is not wily enough, it's true! A plus in his book, as far as Hilda is concerned; Lysithea deserves someone as sincere as she is serious, but—oh, dear. Oh, buddy.]
Efficiency, [she flatly repeats, finally tearing her eyes away from the lovebirds just so she can shift her attention back over to Claude.] That's what you think girls care about?
[Okay, well. Lysithea might, actually, but even though Hilda is positive that Claude is an adept hand-holder, it's the principle of the matter. ...And an opportunity to poke a bit of fun at dear ol' Claude himself, and when has she ever let one of those slip through her fingers?]
Oh, dear. [A sigh! A sad shake of her head!] I hope you haven't been giving him any advice.
[ Claude would never expect Hilda to let that pass by without comment (even if he's right). She's like a shark when it comes to things like this, acutely aware of any potential embarrassment like blood in the water.
And he doesn't mind it either, tilting his head away from the pair and toward the woman who is, by all accounts, his partner in crime. ]
Why, Hilda. [ Eyebrows high in a mockery of disbelief and a hand pressed against his chest, Claude's eyes are brighter than they'd been at any point this night. ] Are you doubting my romantic prowess? Or is this your coy way of requesting a demonstration?
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being an adult is, how you say... garbage
Efficiency, [she flatly repeats, finally tearing her eyes away from the lovebirds just so she can shift her attention back over to Claude.] That's what you think girls care about?
[Okay, well. Lysithea might, actually, but even though Hilda is positive that Claude is an adept hand-holder, it's the principle of the matter. ...And an opportunity to poke a bit of fun at dear ol' Claude himself, and when has she ever let one of those slip through her fingers?]
Oh, dear. [A sigh! A sad shake of her head!] I hope you haven't been giving him any advice.
how has another week gone by already
And he doesn't mind it either, tilting his head away from the pair and toward the woman who is, by all accounts, his partner in crime. ]
Why, Hilda. [ Eyebrows high in a mockery of disbelief and a hand pressed against his chest, Claude's eyes are brighter than they'd been at any point this night. ] Are you doubting my romantic prowess? Or is this your coy way of requesting a demonstration?