"Oh, I- Uh, sorry" Claude stammered, trying to compose himself. He was blushing slightly, but it was hard to see. Backing up to make room for her to move past him, his bare feet on the cold marble floor made an odd sound. Claude wouldn't show it, but he was freezing cold. All his heat had been sapped into the door and then into Stella, leaving none for him. He was stil in his rags, his clothes hardly covering his body, but doing just enough to keep him decent. Noticing her blush, he thought it was because he had made he uncomfortable. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he said. His voice seeme different from when she first met him, the hard edge had dulled and become almost calming, but Claude didn't notice. He also didn't notice that he was standing tall and had his hands behind his back.<br/><br/>Jerome was heading up the stairs to leave a tray by the north hall doors of breakfast. The dinning hall had been made up for Stella's breakfast