It didn't take long among the crowd of mingling nobility for Claude to lose sight of his comrades, but that was an expected eventuality. Green eyes scanned the rooms for some some place more out of the way, for the throng was beginning to grow a bit stifling. He weaved through the crowds, thankful that none recognized him as the heir to the head of the Murnau household; no doubt he'd receive more of the typical pandering and grovelling of the lower houses, had he been identified.<br/><br/>At long last, he had found a relatively empty area of the soiree, where some beverages were being served at a table near the balconies. A breath of fresh air and a cool drink would do wonders for Claude in the stuffy midsummer weather.  As he finally had found some open space in which to breathe, he gave a small smile to the servant, requesting a cup of chilled fruitwine.  As he waited for the drink to be poured, he disentangled some of his fair-coloured hair from the edge of his mask.<br/><br/>It was then that he noticed the approach of what he thought could have been an angel. Samite wings billowed out behind her as she drew near, and she seemed to be feeling the same ill-effects of the season as Claude. He blinked at the dark haired angel, then looked back to the server to speak quietly. "And one more, please..."<br/><br/>The timing couldn't have been better. As the fluttering seraph drew near enough to the table, Claude had already a second chilly drink in his hand, which was promptly offered to the girl. "For you, milady," he said with a gentle smile, "it would appear we've the same need, this evening."