Oh, several. But none he'd have the taste for, she was sure. Because assassination was simply so uncouth. It took effort, but Claudia managed to keep her face carefully neutral; Diamonds always reflected dazzlingly, they did.

"It's fine, Sire." Empty platitudes, but the correct responses nevertheless. "You've no need to worry about me." And pity she despised. Regardless of Silas' intentions. Concern was just another form of it, to her.