Claude was grateful for her guiding him. As he sat down next to the tub, he had himself comfortable, hoping he wouldn't have to go anytime too soon. There were butterflies in his stomach and his heart was in his throat. Blushing a deep crimson when Stella moved his hand just enough for him to see her face, he almost forgot to kiss her back. "I love you, too" he whispered to her as their lips parted. Massa got behind Claude and pulled the knife from his shoulder. Claude didn't wince, he barely felt anything. Massa and Nancy got to work fixing Claude up while he talked to Stella. "I-I want you to stay here . . . To live with me. I have no money, or anything other than the castle, but I have a need. I need to be the best that I can be for you, and to make you happy. I want to know you more and let you get to know me." he spoke, timid at first, but a bit more boldly as he finished. He was no longer covering his eyes, but they were locked onto hers and all he saw was the love she had for him.