Haah... really? [ Claude raises a brow at her, then plants his hands on his hips as he surveys her. She's a delinquent sort, he supposes, but even so... this whole thing is a lot, isn't it? If they weren't in the middle of a campground surrounded by their peers, he'd think that she's meaning to mug him. He cocks one hip, bellowing fabric disguising the fact that one hand is close to where a sheath knife waits.

Not that he thinks it will be strictly necessary. He's a lover, not a fighter. But he likes to be prepared. ]

All of this, just because I happened to dress up for negotiations? You've gotta realize that if you don't dress for the part, they won't take you seriously. And thanks to them taking us seriously, we've secured food and supplies while the town recuperates, which is the whole reason we came here. Even with me not being with the law and all.

[ He is a duke -- but that's not law enforcement, is it? If anything laws are the sort of things Claude tries to skirt around. ]

At least, it's why most of us came here. What, did you just tag along for the adventure?