[ Sylvain pauses and gives a passing nod to the merchant leaving Claude's table, waiting until the seat's free before sliding down into it and fixing Claude with an intent look. Although his knowing grin and playful manner are still securely in place. Appearances are important, after all. ]

I didn't interrupt your date, did I? Maybe I should be the one offended, but considering they've wisely abandoned the field to me, I'll let it go this time. As for my best lines... [ He pauses, internally wincing at the thought of delivering them to Claude. And possibly getting shot through the eye. No thanks. But he just grins and spreads his hands in a gesture of 'what can you do?' ] Since you're insisting, I shall save my very best for you.

[ That's not actually saying much, Claude.

He grimaces at the mention of the barracks though, glancing down at the clothes he's wearing - one of the few possessions he has now, in this place - with marked distaste. ] A life in uniform is hardly one I'm unfamiliar with. They haven't told me anything I don't already know, and from sources I'm far more likely to trust. I take it you spent time there as well?