He can hardly fault Claude for the secrets he has kept but the fact that he's willing to make an effort now, here... while things are different. It's already so much more than he'd expected. Lorenz sips at his own tea, hiding a bit of a smirk behind his cup.

Only to pause, arching a brow at the implication there. "Is this you trying to say I don't know how to enjoy life? Again?"

He glances over his shoulder a little, towards the new markings down his back, then to the place their fingers are threaded together. "Here I thought I was doing rather well on that front."