Amelia could pinch herself, at least to prove that she isn't making all of this up in her head, so desperate is she to have someone who understands her. Surely, this can't be a figment of her imagination, no matter how vivid it might be.

But she's taken out of her thoughts at the mention of his father's title, surprised that someone of such lineage feels much the same as herself - just a simple lady, and slightly impoverished, at that, no one special. "I am not the only one, then, that wishes to be seen as something other than a selfish mans' legacy - ", she starts, only pausing to peek around Daimon's shoulder to see where the disgusting older man is, quickly standing straight and hiding as he comes nearer, thankfully not catching sight of her.

"We should all be so lucky to have someone like you watching out for us. I wish I could thank you properly for what you've done for me tonight."