"Time passes so swiftly," Charles said a little sadly.
"He's stalling. I can't even remember why we went to Paris. A convention or an opening or something. It hardly mattered. It was about fifty years ago but we had been living in different cities here so it was a coincidence to run into each other there. I was travelling without Wil and he was alone so after we found each other we decided to room together."
"It was supposed to be innocent," Charles interjected. "But Jacob has a hard time staying innocent."
"Says Playboy Dodgson over there!" Jacob shook his head. "He started reading me this new book he was writing and of course it was about math which I find as interesting as a dirty sock. I mentioned I needed wine to get through it so we rang for room service."
"My book was fascinating, you just don't know quality when you see it," Charles sighed.