Clara's stoic expression faced the Colonel as he read, but her thoughts had her wandering the streets of the city that never sleeps. The off-hound comment by York had the siren catch a whiff of nostalgia. Once the Colonel finished reading and shot a smile big enough to catch the glint of a fang, she reached out and took the sheet in manicured fingers. "Way past friends, Colonel. We're Blood," she said as she carefully spread the sheet flat in front of her.
Clara scanned the text exactly once in one unblinking gaze. What she guessed the Sacramento flourishes were towards the bottom. She squinted her eyes at the Inconcessus section. Sure, keep fledglings in line, but if I see something pretty I WANT it shouldn't--
The ageless French ingenue lowered her gaze to obscure her features behind a curtain of brunette locks for the briefest of moments. Her head then tilted back up to look at York with a polite, playful mien. "No questions! It's crystal clear: keep faith with my Prince and Her Laws."