<span style="font-style: italic">Tears. Why did she have to cry?</span>He has expected some kind of a fiery remark from her and Saint, yet here she was shedding tears and holding in sobs he knew she wished to release. Sighing Calvin danced them to the edge of the dance floor, then broke away from the others to lead her out onto a balcony. There in the cool air of the approaching evening he pulled away from her to go and lean heavily on the railing for a moment. Taking the time to drag in a deep breath of the cool air, feeling it fill his lungs and extinguish the anger that had rested there in the core of his being. Finally composed himself he reached to his shirt pocket and pulled the silk kerchief that he kept there.<br/><br/>â€œHereâ€ he said to her softly holding out the soft piece of cloth for her to use to wipe her eyes.<br/><br/>Sighing he looked from her to the gardens below, taking a moment to let her compose herself before he went on speaking. â€œLook. I have to maintain an appearance here. Its nearly more important the the victories that I achieve out in the world...â€ his voice trailed off for a moment before he turned to look back at her. â€œYou are mine. Part of my staff, part of my image so if you misbehave it looks bad on me. I can not have you and Saint doing that. Understand?â€ he asked her looking deep into her eyes for a moment before looking back out over the garden. He was silent for a bit before he spoke again, â€œGet yourself composed and we can return to the celebration. There is good food to be had but we need to hurry or some of the greedier nobles will have it all before anyone else can get a biteâ€ his tone was gentle nearly affectionate as he turned to face her, his hand extended out for her to take once more in his own.