He tilts his head, curiously, brow furrowing for a moment before he starts to smile, assuming of course that she means Hilda. He brings his glass to his lips-

And nearly spits wine all over when she says Claude's name. His mouth drops open a protest immediately on his lips... one he... he can't bring himself to voice with everything they've discussed between them. His expression crumbles after that moment of indignation, looking away from her and into his glass.

"Perhaps too much..."