Insulting his kitten's intelligence hit a sore spot with D, but it at least got him to stop hiding by the fridge and come closer. Dietre was always less shy when he was annoyed. The boy frowned, lifting his chin in an offended, haughty way. "Yes he will. He knows who he is."
"Well...I like 'Breve' for a name." Of course Mr. Drake didn't think the name thing was as big of a deal as Dietre did, and shut the conversation down by bringing up the grocery list. Though Dietre scowled while doing it, he did what he was told and wrote down 'cat food' on the paper.
Now that he had been offended, Dietre didn't worry about being a bother and found it much easier to keep asking Francis questions. "...What are you doing?" He certainly wasn't making Jack-o-lanterns, at least, D was pretty sure he wasn't. His family never celebrated Halloween, since they came from Europe. It didn't bother Dietre, though, he had to deal with enough scary things on his own, he had no need for a holiday about it.