Claude was also amazed by how much the four had accomplished in such a short amount of time. He nodded to her, fearing that if he spoke he was stutter or misspeak. A smile touched his face when she blushed at him, and he couldn't help but blush back a bit. The candlelight frolicking in her eyes was beyond words. As he sat down, he couldn't resit the urge to speak. "You look very beautiful tonight, and I'm very happy you didn't leave." He kept himself from trembling as his body tried to change, but he forced it back. It was almost like holding down vomit, painful and unpleasant, but he would not ruin this night by becoming the beast. Hiding his pain expertly, he reached for her hand. Gently picking it up, her kissed her knuckles and then placed it back on the table. "Thank you, Stella." He looked her in the eyes, his grey-green irises meeting her pure green ones kindly. When he wasn't yelling, or seven feet tall, covered in fur and destroying everything, Claude was actually rather kind. The curse placed on him had taught him humility, something he once lacked sorely