[ Really, by now Felix ought to know that it would take a lot more than that to frustrate him. After all, he has little compunction with assuming that Felix referred to each part, while knowing that in actuality, there's little to no chance he conceded to anything more than more coherent.

It's a victory to gain on the rooster, to have compelled that dragged vowel from Felix that could be mistaken in any other student, even the comparably surly, as banter. Another that he laughs without grimace, light as it is. Claude grins, awash in both rising rays and triumph.

Despite the disregard Claude often shows to other personal spheres, in fact, he usually regards personal space quite highly. So he doesn't linger there, just the one bump before he tips back into place. In time for a rather weak threat from Felix, which Claude cannot now feign, even laughingly, to believe. ]

No, you wouldn't.

[ Matter-of-fact, though bright, buoyant in that confidence, his attention again sidelong. ]

You might find some other revenge, but you wouldn't waste your time talking to everyone.

[ It also doesn't seem Felix's style to arrange for someone else to spread it for him. His head tilts back then, features softening to reflection as he looks away from the sun, to the paler sky above, untouched by orange. ]

But... it's fine if they do find out, as long as the way isn't barred. This sort of spot shouldn't belong to one person.