[ Even with the mask on, Camilla could tell that Gerome hardly even batted an eye at her. A good thing, certainly - not that she really wants to deal with an assassin or the like, but it'd be a little too easy if an obvious intimidation tactic scared him away.

She tilts his head back with a finger, her sharp, carefully maintained nail scratching his chin ever so slightly. ]

I trust I'll be in good hands, Galle. [ Another sweet smile, as obviously faked as the last, clearly for pleasantries and good will but also a And If You Break That Trust, Your Pretty Neck Will Be Slit, before she drops her hand. ] Now, would you like for me to give you a tour of the castle? Or shall I leave you in the hands of your superior, Beruka?