[ Okay, there's no doubt in Claude's mind that this is a trap. Sylvain must've lured him here with soup, then sprung this conversation on him to gauge how he would react.

And... to be fair, it's kind of deserved. Claude was the one out there pretending to be some unknown noblewoman. And while he maintains that it was a smart decision (especially given some of the other profiles out there), it would've been the more gracious thing to do to tell Sylvain the truth when he first recognized him on the app.

He sighs, settling a hand on his hip and rubbing his fingers over his temples. ]

If this was your plan all along, it's very well thought out, Sylvain.

[ He has to wonder, when did Sylvain realize? From the beginning? He supposes that his fake moniker wasn't particularly inspired.

He fixes Sylvain with a smile that concedes defeat. ]

I suppose I deserve to sweat a little for trying to fool everyone with my little profile. I probably could've been a little more creative than "Claudia"...