"They definitely have," Claude agrees with a slightly strained smile to Dimitri. 'Quieted down' is right, but honestly, Claude isn't even referring to the market. Sylvain and Felix aren't saying much of anything as they move, and Claude's apology doesn't seem to have smoothed things over any - or, at least, not nearly enough. There's an uncomfortable tension in the air, and Claude desperately wants to break it.

Even if it opens himself up to some likely deserved getting yelled at.

"You know, Sylvain," he says brightly, once they reach the alley and slip into it; he finds the woman whose outfit he's borrowed is still there, tied up and covered, clearly undisturbed. Good. "I owe you a drink. That potion you gave me really saved my hide...although I don't think I used it quite the way you intended."