"I know you are," Claude says with a chuckle. It's not like Claude himself doesn't have a vested interest in Annette, and he'd definitely kept a weather eye on Sylvain around her - but Sylvain had treated her more like a little sister than a romantic interest, even from Claude's limited observations. It had been gratifying to see.

"Adoration, hell." Claude laughs. "They stalked us. Shrieks of delight when they saw us. It was less enjoyable than you'd think, though - a lot of them were about the same ages we were at the academy." He pauses, then grins. "Well, that some of us were at the academy, old man. The point is, they skewed pretty young."

Actually...he's not sure how much age might dissuade Sylvain. He'd been several years older than some of the girls he'd dated at the academy, given that Sylvain had been several years older than most of them at the academy...and, between Claude's tastes never running much towards women of any age, and Faerghus having some pretty strange customs, Claude's really not sure where the line of acceptability is for Sylvain, or for men of Faerghus in general. It hasn't exactly come up much with most of the men of Faerghus he knows.