Claude was stood on the roof; his hair being battered by the now wild wind. The pain in his chest was a dull throb but even with the howling wind, he could hear Penelope's sobs echoing in his ears. In a rare show of tiredness, Claude allowed himself to sit down, letting his legs dangle off the roof and held his head in his hands. He knew damn well he should have acted better towards her but he had been so worried for her when he had been unable to detect her at the park. To find out that she had knowingly put herself in danger had angered him. But it was the vulnerability she had made him feel that angered him more. He was a demon, a cold unfeeling creature and yet this girl had made him feel completely and utterly consumed by anxiety. Even in the past with his other masters, he had never been so concerned about another.

Hearing her cry beneath him sent another dull throb to his chest and he felt a brief relief when cold rain began to pour down, thrashing his face. Swallowing his pride, he knew that he had to try and salvage the situation. His selfish worrying had unintentionally strained their relationship and he wasn't prepared to give that up. He was well aware that he had yet to show her how much he really cared but even he would be the first to admit, tenderness wasn't a part of his usually cold persona. A flash of lighting suddenly lit up the sky and when it disappeared so had Claude.

He walked carefully down the dark corridor, grateful that Victoria had taken his advice and retired early. It wasn't long when he had reached her room and he could hear small sniffles which were amplified by his hearing. He didn't even knock and entered the room quietly.

"Have you come with a list of complaints about myself." She snapped, her voice half muffled by the pillow that she was hugging.

"I don't have that list on me at the moment". He joked dryly as he walked closer towards her bed. Penelope glanced up, pouting angrily at him and then gave him a perplexed expression.

"Why are you soaked through?"

"I was outside". He answered plainly, taking off his jacket slowly and allowing it to hang on her chair. He could have easily dried his entire body but decided that his trickery may not be appreciated. She didn't reply and just watched him and he began to undress until he was only in his shirt and trousers. She made a disgruntled sound when he moved the bedcovers and got in.

"What are you doing?" She asked. She still looked angry but didn't move away from him, instead choosing to hug the pillow tighter.

"I was under the impression you wanted comfort". He took off his glasses, wiping them down and put them gently on the bedside table. Penelope just stared at him like he was insane and gave a sharp laugh.

"Well I could have done with it earlier". She grumbled. Claude knew that he would most likely have to grovel as she was obviously in a mood with him, not that he blamed her. The fact that she hadn't told him to go away though had made him confident she was willing to resolve the situation.

"Perhaps I did not handle earlier on as well as I could. For that I apologise". He then took off his gloves and then carefully tugged the pillow away from her. In response she looked as though she would pull back but resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn't win anyway. When he had taken the pillow off her, he gestured for her to move closer to him which she did but very timidly, as though she was forcing herself to do so.

"I apologise for my actions and I should have not allowed my annoyance and worry to get the better of me". His second apology seemed to gain a far better reaction as she moved closer to him.

"I apologise for hitting you and running away". She said quietly, her voice highlighting how tired she really was. In response he ran a glove free hand through her hair and wrapped his other arm around her waist pulling her tightly against his own. They spent a few minutes in a comfortable silence but it was then broken by Penelope, who had sat up and adjusted the cream coloured night gown which had become creased from her previous position.

"I sometimes feel as though you find me a burden". She murmured, allowing her fears to slowly resurface. Claude in reply squeezed her hip and tilted her head to himself, allowing her to see directly into his eyes. She had often found his eyes the most beautiful thing about him. Their unusual golden tinge was almost as though it was a doorway to his soul and yet they could be so guarded. But on this occasion they were no guards merely openness, as though he was letting her see himself.

"What gives you that idea?"

"I feel like I have been reminded today how unhuman you are. I'm starting to think the debt is the only thing that makes you feel anything towards me". As she spoke her eyes glazed over and flickered briefly to his lips but Claude could see her worries clearly.

"I am a demon and do indeed lack some human traits and I do allow my more…. Dominant traits to take over at times. However, I do hope you will stop doubting my feelings for you. I can assure you Penelope if I felt like you were a burden you would be more than aware. I can't promise that this will be easy for us both, I am far older than yourself and have never spent my time considering other people's feelings. I cannot change my ways overnight". As he spoke Penelope gave a sigh and moved her head.

"I don't expect a change of your entire personality". She replied and Claude was starting to notice her body language was changing, as though she was becoming more relaxed. "I suppose this will never be a normal relationship". She laughed lightly and the felt her head get tilted up and his lips press against her own. She tenderly kissed back and then pulled apart.

"We also have to discuss the Lord Davis situation. I think the whole drama of today has side tracked our original goal". He nodded in reply but his eyes kept flickering from her eyes to her mouth. She gave a surprised squeak when she suddenly found herself straddling him, his lips tilted into a smirk.

"Please do go on".

"Is this your idea of comfort?" she asked tiredly with a raised eyebrow. He in reply sat up further so he was resting on his elbows and raised an eyebrow in response.

"Well…. As I was saying, Lord Davis, he seems to be under the impression we are courting. I have only agreed to this as I feel it would help us get closer to the truth. He did seem odd about the touching but to be honest I feel like that reaction is not too unusual. He said that he would be inviting me to his manor and I think that it would give us a great opportunity to see if he is the master of Lucy. I am sure you would be able to sense if she has been there so I'm hoping we will finally get the bottom of this mystery soon". As she spoke, she stretched her arms up in the air and allowed her back too arch. She was extremely tired from the day's events but was feeling more content than before.

"You made a good decision". Was his only reply and Penelope inclined her head in thanks. She then leant forward and carefully touched his cheek, starting to feel guilty for her earlier actions. Now that she had calmed down, she felt embarrassed at her reaction but a part of her still felt justified in being annoyed at him. He captured her hand and pulled her so she was flush against him.

"It didn't hurt". He murmured with a small smile. Penelope nodded and whispered a quiet apology, not bothered that it didn't hurt as she still thought she shouldn't have done it. As she stared into his golden eyes she realised that although there were downsides to being with a demon she was able to be herself around him, in the strict Victorian society she found herself in she was sure that her behaviour would be condemned. Perhaps being with a demon was liberating she thought, as it may be hard but at least she could get angry with him and not be restrained by social constructs. It wasn't as though they were normal.

With a burst of confidence, she pressed her lips against his own and felt him respond. It was not a rough or desperate kiss, it was gentle. His tongue ran across her bottom lip and she allowed him to deepen the kiss. She may have not entirely forgotten everything that had happened and her anger, but she knew there was no point in staying angry. Her life was far too short for that. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she allowed her small hand to run softly through his dark thick hair, tightening ever so slightly when he moaned into the kiss. She didn't know how close they were to finding the truth about Lucy but she felt as though she was allowing it to dictate her life.

As she felt his arms wrap around her waist she started to think seriously about her life. She had allowed everything to get to her and forgot about the more important things. And right now the most important thing to her was Claude. He may have hurt her feelings; he may act like the cold monster he truly is but she had neglected to think about her own feelings for him. He was her everything. Her heart beat for him. He was all she had and she didn't want anymore. Just him.

She felt herself go light headed and breathed in a sharp breath of air. She forgot sometimes that he didn't really need to breathe. No sooner had she got her breath back that he had taken it away again by pulling her in for another kiss. The gentleness had slowly faded and the passion was starting to rise. She smiled into the kiss and with a sharp tug pulled back his head using his hair. His eyes glowed dangerously but she only smirked in reply. Moving herself so she was pressed against him she teasingly traced his bottom lip with her own mouth, pulling his head back when he tried to make more contact. Her teasing was cut short when he flipped them over and claimed her lips as his own.

A sudden crash of lighting lit the dimly lit room and the thunder which followed was almost deafening. Pulling back Claude gave her a look.

"You were right about a storm coming Penelope, although this is far more literal than the metaphor you painted". She rolled her eyes in reply and was about to say something when he cut her off. His mouth made its way down her neck and carried on until he was just below her collarbone. He was about to make contact with her skin but another burst of thunder distracted them.

"Do you think it's a sign?" she whispered and Claude in response moved off her. He had been a little selfish in his attempt at comforting her and decided to give he a rest.

"I think it is just a storm and nothing more. Are you feeling better?" Claude asked as he moved so he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I'm feeling better thanks. Do you think this storm will last long?" She asked, her words meaning something different entirely. Claude gave her a thoughtful glance.

"All storms must end Penelope; I believe this one should be at its end soon". She nodded in response and gave him a sleepy smile which was then cut off with a loud yawn.

"It's late, you should sleep and then tomorrow we will make arrangements for visiting Lord Davis". He then took her chin in his cold hands and pulled her closer to himself, placing a gentle kiss against her slightly swollen lips. With a wave of his hand the candle lights all disappeared leaving nothing but a small streak of smoke in their wake. The room descended into darkness except the occasional splatter of light caused by the storm outside. Just as Penelope was going to sleep, her last thought was how she was happy the storm was on the outside and not the inside.