"No I won't!" Claude jives back, as irritatingly cheerful as ever. This sort of thing is usually what makes the likes of Lorenz want to throttle him. In at least one instance, he knows Lorenz has come close, and he has made it his eternal mission to see if he can goad the man into actually putting him in the headlock that he deserves.

He has no such aspirations with Ethlyn, though he seems to find her irritation with his organizational habits (which is to say, very few of them) to be deeply entertaining. He sobers quickly enough, however, planting his elbows on the table and leaning forward to gawk at the piece of parchment, eyes round.

"Wow. I've heard of people getting further sentencing before, but I never quite figured out what they were asked to do..." His fingertips brush the edge of the parchment. "Reflection, huh? Not a sentencing I've ever heard of."

He sits back on his haunches, giving Ethlyn his full attention. It's getting off easy, he thinks, but it's not as though he wants to be strung up in the square and lashed. A little reflection is a far easier thing to bear -- physically, anyway. Emotionally... maybe some here would prefer the whip.

"I'm honoured that you've come to me with this." He places one hand on his chest. "Whatever you tell me will stay between us, on my honour."