[It's near impossible to look cool and attractive with puffy eyes and while taking weird little bird-sips of tap water, and so Palamedes does not try; he does grin briefly over the edge of the cup, before taking another sip.]

You do good work, [he says, equally innocently.] Admirable attention to detail. Although if you're taking constructive criticism: let me keep my glasses on next time.

[At least until they are inconvenient, but like, give specs a chance. Palamedes shifts to pull one leg up on the bed and twist sideways, scooting closer to Viktor so that he can loop his free arm around his waist. Hello.]

I like your cooking. And— Jeanist? Is that a pun? That's leagues worse than every ultimately the same 'Sextus' joke I've ever heard.