"Claim a woman?  Mon ami, you misunderstand my intentions...  I am - was - a courtier to her magesty and her ladies," he said, getting up and following after her.  "I only know how to bring a woman her pleasure.  From simply reading a book aloud to ease her tired mind, to making sure her bed is every bit as warm as she wishes, please, do not misunderstand.  The shepherdess looked lonely and lovely to me, and that is all, a woman without a smile is a painter without his paints to me, a writer without his pen.  I thought I could make her day more pleasant, and when that...  Brute appeared...  I only wished to salvage what I could.  I came on strongly - perhaps too much so, yes, mon ami, but with my Change...  I am a bit out of practice.  Her majesty and her ladies were always so willing for a smile, or would play at rejection...  Please, I do not wish to see you angry...  If you would like, I can paint for you...  Give you a portrait of yourself in that pond you seem to love...  Please..."  He reached out and took her hand, kissing it softly, "I am a man who has always lived for and to give pleasure.  It is all I know.  If you wish me different I will learn how, just to see a smile on your face...  Please..."