The corner of Jean Claude's lip made the slightest inclination to smile. He would relish the title of High Lord from her, especially considered where he'd started and the centuries it took to gain this status.

His long, graceful fingers beckoned her upwards. "Rise, Lady. You may avail yourself of the chair as I can see that you are injured." His gently accented voice was enticing, even without intentionally using his power. "Please, from whichever point you are most comfortable. Perhaps you may start with where you are from."