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[A smooth, sedulous voice answers:]

You have reached Claude Faustus, butler to the Earl Alois Trancy. How may I be of service?

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[It's all very heartwarming, really. For a moment, Hannah recalls them being this unified in Nirvana. Recalls discussion and equality and being on the same side of things. She recalls a lot of things, sometimes because she is so terribly afraid of forgetting. She leans into him and she is aware of the implications of the touch, but Hannah has never minded being a weapon for the sake of Alois Trancy. Jack Vessalius will not learn of Laevateinn from Hannah's mouth, not by her own convictions.

But really - Hannah is just relieved that Luca will not be taken from her. Relieved and satisfied and she places a hand over Claude's. She's relieved but she is worried. Because while Laevateinn is within herself, Hannah is aware there are angels in this city. There are things beyond them and Hannah cares, after all. Her fingers curl around his hand and she turns her head to face him as much she can and lowers her voice on instinct.]

Jack is not the only man or being in this city who cares about or Master. I trust you and your precision, but- [and at that she pulls her head from his and raises raises her hand to rest against his cheek.] Caring for you - for all of you - also means that I worry for you.

I'm simply asking to ask for help of you need it, and keep a clear head.

[Which, Hannah doesn't doubt entirely, but it feels better just to say it.]

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[One of Claude's highest priorities is to catalogue and keep track of every holy and/or powerful construct that might seek to end him and his own. Thus far, it doesn't look like anyone but Jack Vessalius is willing to tango, which is as much disappointing as it is a relief. Claude is eager to prove himself by protecting his ill-gotten family; he wants to have actions to back up uncharacteristic, valiant intentions. Demons aren't meant to be so sociable in the long run--probably from some decree of the Father's--but Claude is feeling kind of rebellious this morning.

Hannah's hand is on his cheek, though, so he turns and presses his mouth to her palm with his lips only parted a little. Compared to her, he feels much colder, like he's ice and she's water--he's beginning to thaw from being this close. Eyelids lower than usual, he seems alluring in an eerily intense way, especially when his lips form soundless words that might be have faith.

Then, before he can corrupt her dark, perfect fingers with his tongue, he turns away from her and smiles at her again.]

Repeating my mistakes is something I'm very invested in avoiding. [He's so pleased with himself after that, honestly. To gain Hannah's support is like getting a blank cheque for pure strength. Exhilaration!] If our master is to become a battleground, then the last thing I'll be is unprepared to defend him.

[He shifts and leans forward until he can reach and grab one of the NVs sitting on the glass table. The device is plain and plainly shaped, unlike most models that Newcomers arrive with, but anonymity is the point of this one. Returning to her, he takes her hand and pushes the NV into it, in extra-firm ceremony, as if handing off a talisman against evil.]

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