Claire remained quiet and pensive at Maribelle's articulated grasp of the situation. The sullen gaze towards the floor masked the ponderous quandaries swimming in his head. It wasn't polite to look away while she was talking, but these circumstances were rather exceptional. Too bad said circumstances caused the armored man to completely miss the dancer's own little flub.<br/><br/>So hey, if Maribelle was opposed to the idea of selling herself, what about just asking her? Despite Alice's sexual harassment, she hasn't left the group yet. And she did hug him while wearing nothing. She's wearing his scarf now. He has a better chance than other guys whose scarf aren't being worn by her. Wait. So she does do 'private dancing'. Not for money. I've gone over these thoughts before. Wait, Alice is right. If I want to touch Maribelle's butt, I should just ask. Wait, she's talking about her butt. Aaaah. Well, surely his charge still wants to touch Maribelle's butt. This will be a service to her. Yeah! Fantastic! GOOD IDEA!<br/><br/>Nervously, the knight decided that if he's going to end the day with a slap on his cheek at least he'll be in good company with his Lady. Finally raising his eyes and responding to Maribelle, Claire spoke. "... So if not for money, would you perform for my Lady and I out of request?"<br/><br/>Flawless!