[Blitzkrieg]

At the sound of the all too accurate falsetto, Chantal couldn't help but to give a light laugh, rolling her eyes to the sky. The men at the manor who spoke in such a way were nearly unbearable, and so she was grateful to hear his deep velvety voice once more. "Oh how could I possibly protest when you look just so lovely in a gown Nicolas?" she spoke playfully, giving a light smile. "I'll have to pick out my finest gown.." she spoke aloud to herself then, thoughts pulling her away from reality long enough for her not to notice Gustave until he was nearly all the way down the stairs.

Once more those defensive walls raised up, posture stiffening, countenance growing cold as she glanced over to the male and took in the sight of him. The Prince reminded her of a peacock in all those shades of purple and blue, and she couldn't quite take him so seriously with the attire of royalty adorning his form, yet offered a curtsy all the same, as slight as she could manage it of course, her own way of being rude, by giving just a little less than expected.

After all, they were in his home were they not? She couldn't very well just ignore him entirely. Still, once giving the silent acknowledgment, she was sure to avert her eyes from the man, glancing to Nicolas then, twirling the sprigs of lavender between her pointer finger and her thumb. "When shall we leave tonight then?" she questioned to her brother curiously, wanting to be sure she didn't take too long to get ready, nor expect him all too soon.