[If Claude was going to attempt to pull an elaborate scheme in an attempt to make him want to kiss someone, he should really be prepared to get fixated on himself. A faint pink blush has worked its way across his cheeks and it's difficult to think of anything beyond the feeling of Claude's lips but he's not so flustered that he doesn't suspect he's walked aimlessly into a trap. That he's exactly where Claude wanted him... which is actually surprisingly flattering.]

Know that I'm not attempting to dismiss your efforts, Claude, but you could have just asked.

[He looks away, smiling sheepishly. Unsurprisingly, where Claude had taken a planned out, winding road to get here, Dimitri had charged in bluntly.

He wets his lips unconsciously.] I have to admit I'm... unsure where that leaves us.