If Raoul could know Philippe's thoughts, he would be livid. A Viscomte and a chorus girl would, of course, cause a stir, but Christine seemed to be rising in popularity. A Viscomte and a well known actress? That was another matter entirely. And even if her fame waned after last night, then what did it matter anyway? People would talk, people would always talk. And it wasn't as if Raoul truly mattered to the family's lineage anyway. He was a Viscomte as a courtesy only; Philippe was the one who mattered. But he did not know Philippe's thoughts. There was fortune in that.
"I did not run towards the chandelier," Raoul said, perhaps a bit petulantly. "I ran to help those who needed it, and to provide my aid where I could. That is all." If his aid had mostly been focused on helping Christine, then that was not something that Raoul needed to know. "I was safe, brother, if that is what you worried for. I apologize if I frightened you, but I did not risk myself unnecessarily, I promise you."