She smiled faintly, "Like you move shadows, I move glass." But she didn't show off. She had glass beads all over her - in her hair, on her clothes. They were hidden weapons just waiting for the right moment to strike. She could have used her talent for the cirque but she didn't. It was a waste of energy and feedings to use it frivolously.
The surprise at his sudden apology was clear on her face but she appreciated it, and the way he held her close. It had been such a long time since someone had just held her. "Few are, I think," she murmured, "I lost my kindness a very long time ago." She had lost a lot. Juliette closed her eyes, resting against him comfortably. "But I am honored to have earned a gentle touch from you, Monsieur Keene. I shall treasure it and keep it secret."