Claude was convinced Lorenz was being silly about the whole thing of being embarrassed about being shirtless in public. Having been through the same ordeal, Claude had no qualms about baring his torso while he recovered from the searing burns.

Lorenz, as always, can't be quite so relaxed about matters, only exacerbated when they get back to the room and he's fussing about tea of all things.

"Let me make the tea, Lorenz," he says, gently putting a hand on Lorenz's shoulder. "If you tell me what to do, I'll make sure it's just how you like it." He was supposed to be the one taking care of Lorenz and adhering to his wishes, after all, not the other way around.