<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Comte Claude Moreau<br/><strong>Where:</strong>In a coach on the road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><strong>What:</strong>Conversing<br/><hr/><br/>“Well she iz eh lovely fleur.” Claude smiled as he took the change in situation to retake the seat beside Victoria. “She waz the light en 'er Moder eyes, and mine azwell.” His french was becoming more pronounce as he tried to control it, but he was so taken with the beauty and her change as she discovered who he was that he couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>“I heve been working to emprove me Anglash, perhaps zue could halp me, no?”  Claude smiled as he was really trying very hard to be decent, he wanted to prove that he could be a good man, it wouldn't last long, but even to show to himself that he could be noble, or the man that he once was was something that he truly did hope for.<br/><br/>“She ez aboot yur age..dark hair and eyes leek za sky.” He removed his hat as he looked to Victoria. “It ez a long journey, no? Are zue not sure zat zue want to rest zour head on me?”