He feels a mess and Claude's teasing only makes that worse. Especially when the other man leans back to appraise his work and Lorenz hunches over, face in his hands, groaning miserably as he tilts forward to thunk his forehead into Claude's shoulder. Flushed and flustered, overwhelmed but quite certain he should be horrified at how little it took for Claude to undo all his careful restraints.

"No, you're not." Claude von Riegan? Sorry? For getting a rise out of him? Never.

"I'm okay..." A little gentler, hesitant almost. "I'm sorry, I hmm- got... carried away?" Breathless but apologetic all the same, not that he's even sure what he's apologizing for. A lack of self restraint, perhaps, but he's not entirely sure if that's something he should have a better grip on or simply something he thinks he should, where ever that notion might have come from.