Claude is, indeed, dressed enough for the moment. He doesn't have some of his accessories on yet, like the cravat, but those are trivialities. Trivialities he ignores as he walks over to Felix, taking his elbow.

"We're just gonna go talk over here for a moment, okay?" he says brightly, even as he almost walks into Felix to make him move further down the alley, a bit away from Sylvain and Dimitri.

Once he judges they're far enough so that lowered voices won't necessarily carry, he lowers his accordingly. "Listen, it's really obvious you're upset, Felix. It's also really obvious it's with me. You do know that no amount of flirty jokes means that I'd ever even consider stealing Sylvain from you, right? I'm not going to say that means I should be able to make that kind of joke; it was obviously a bad call that made you uncomfortable. But I definitely want you to be able to trust me enough - and to know Sylvain loves you enough - that even if I do say something stupid like that, you don't get upset or worried because you know you've got nothing to worry about. And right now I'm definitely sensing you don't feel like that."