<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Claude Moreau<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><hr/><br/>Claude had tried his hardest to keep his eyes to himself as it were, but as he sat there in the coach, the only thing he could do was watch the lovely young woman as she tried to ignore his obvious watching of her. Claude really had tried very hard to not watch her, but it was in his nature he supposed, though he didn't know why, but he was always looking for an opportunity. It was as he was thinking about the opportunities that this young lady could provide him that she seemingly fell asleep and dropped the book she was reading. Had it not landed at his feet, he might have thought to leave it where it lay so as to not seem forward, but as he was trying to be a gentleman, he was french, he had it in him to be charming, least when it served his purpose.<br/><br/>Moreau picked up the small book and looked at it for a moment as he glanced to the young woman as he noted the inscription inside, he had heard the name, noble family indeed and one that he had never borrowed money from, perhaps that would be to his advantage.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Ze Inscription iz quite correct, belle fleur.” </em></strong>He said lightly. He had been trying to speak without the accent so pronounced, in more of an english tone, but the young lady was clearly asleep, so he left it as it was.<strong><em>“Zat and a charmant jeune dame as well.”</em></strong>Claude was instantly smitten.