Evie won't lie, she loves the theatrical side of their new Duke. He's still on stage- his jacket is completely destroyed, good lord, this is why she likes to wear black- and he owns the moment completely.

Evie sheaths her kukuri, then removes a stake from the chest of a dead vampire. She cleans it of the blood, and places it back into her holster for such items. Fire from the wrist, it's essentially shooting from the hip.

"You're quite good with that sword of yours," she says first, instead of just accepting the complement. "I hope you give me a good fight, if you're ever on my bad side."

Slowly, she mounts the stage. "Félicitations à notre nouveau duc".