"Hmmm." If this had been a year ago, he would have added in an optimistic note about how they would surely find a way to escape. He didn't. He looked up at his friend, not needing to see his expression to know that he was lost. Everyone was lost in this place. "I'd be happy to, mon cher."
A happy story. He'd tell a happy story. "Have you ever heard a gypsy folktale?"