The time? [Claude's baffled, the emphasis and turn of phrase obviously hinting at something deeper in meaning than something Sylvain could suss out by just looking at the godsdamned night sky above him, but he doesn't have nary a clue to what the other man is alluding to and it only annoys him further.]

I'm afraid I don't have a clue. What time is it for you? [He fires back, hoping that Sylvain gets how obtuse he's being to a man who just had to drag himself out of a lake suddenly. He huffs and finally takes a step foward towards him, committing himself to taking Sylvain's offer.]

Beggars can't choose what charity they're offered, can they? If you're offering, then I will happily oblige.