Claude winks at Dimitri. "I may not be older, but let's just say I'm a lot more worldly, shall we?"

Rocket hands aren't clean, Claude figures, so a dirty blanket can't hurt the rest of them much. He takes the blanket - with a nice pat for the rat - and, after retrieving his cloak, drapes it over the woman. Then he hands his cloak to Dimitri. "Hold this for a sec, okay?"

And then he begins casually undoing the sash around his waist. He's going to strip down right in front of you, Dimitri.