"Zen do not vear them. Vhy vear clothes at all, here?"
It was really just them and the children, and the rest few years they had lived together had been very casual. Fleur didn't understand how they got so formal, except perhaps it was due to aging. Looking ready to tear Lisa apart, she clung to her wife's arm for support to stand. Her chest hurt where the ungrateful younger woman her crashed into her.
"Non, but she vill be. Eef you vish to save her, you vill speak to me vith respect and do as I command."