Alwas, words from a Murnau to a LaVelle were laced with venom; yet she heard no such poison spill from his lips, any more than she had before he'd unmasked. It was unthinkable, unprecedented, unbelievable.<br/><br/>Yet she found herself nodding softly, agreeing to the impossible and turning her head slowly to brush her lips gingerly against the curve of his palm. "This is something that should not be, and yet it is. I have never been so happy as i have tonight in your arms, m'lord Murnau."<br/><br/>Her head turned back to meet his gaze. "...Claude." his name took on a strange tone from her lips, of quiet wonder. Of... affection, for the foremost son of the house of her family's greatest enemy.