Claude lets a last kiss linger before he huffs out a laugh, breath hot against his skin, and he looks up at Lorenz. "Ah, you poor thing. I'll have mercy, then."

And even though he's sure he didn't actually want him to stop, given that needy whine, in this case he does have to listen. He shifts to sit back, eyeing the complete mess that is currently Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, with a smile that is somehow both impish but with shades of something more genuine underneath.

"...Sorry. Are you okay?"