"Oui. I'd give anything to just run on the roofs of Paris again, or even just to see them. These walls and the grounds are all boring and severe, just like the people. No place for the likes of us." He likes it when his friend smiles. He makes a point of trying to get at least a couple out of him every day, even if they're only tiny brief ones.
He kept playing, closing his eyes briefly and leaning back against the wall, shifting so he wasn't putting pressure on his lashes. "Many different kinds. Personal ones, historical ones, cultural ones... we traveled so much that we found many along the way." He opened one eye, looking at the other man carefully. "That's a pity. Stories are wonderful things." Then he closed that eye again. "But I'm happy to fill your head with more, if you like."