[Dimitri colors, instantly knowing who might have told Claude about that tradition and what story might have been told alongside it (sylvain is never going to let him live that down is he?) But Dimitri can’t be too fussed about it. Not when Claude is presenting it to him so earnestly and the dagger is beautiful, really.

He takes the dagger out of its box carefully, oh so carefully, to turn it over in his hands are really admire it. The craftsmanship is amazing, each detail purposeful and more beautiful than the next. The crystals shine by the firelight and while it is still functional, Dimitri can’t imagine every sullying it.] Claude... this is stunning. You really didn’t have to – this must have cost a fortune. [Claude has already given him too much just by showing up for the birthday he couldn't even be bothered to remember. But the book? And this? It’s so much.

Dimitri takes a shuddering breath and gentle places the dagger back in its box so he can wrap his arms around Claude.] I love it. I love you. Thank you, Claude. Truly.