Hans chuckled, picturing that. "How adorable," he said. He wondered what Stephane, Marie-Pierre's occasional messenger, would think of such a show. He made a mental note to drop in and visit the Occitan boy and his family sometime this week as he hadn't seen them since the shooting.
He felt weary suddenly - he tired easily since the incident, both physically and mentally. He sagged back against the wall, and rubbed his temples, trying to recall what they were speaking of. "Ah, well... it is nice that you have such things."