Claude Hijinx
Angela's shrieking had been expected. So had the cursing and the flailing, so much so that Claude was able to dodge the first few attempts at blows only to end up knocked about the head as Angela ripped away from him, fury clear on her features. Claude just beamed in the face of it.
"Come on, Angie, love. Just a spot of fun," Claude said as the invisibility faded, and he flickered back into view for everyone there.
A spot of fun for Claude, of course, usually meant tormenting someone else until they were ready to commit murder, most likely his. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Claire was laughing. Peter was laughing. Bennet was doing his "I will be the serious one in this situation if it kills me" head shake. And all was well with the world.
"Careful, Peter," Claude said, looking over at him, his grin far more obvious than it ever had been through the beard. "That almost sounded like an endearment."