"But poor Remy didn' ave no one ta read ta him when he was her age," Remy continued, letting the smirk linger a moment before edging closer to the bed, face level with hers, "Petite? Petite you must hush now, yes?" he said, trying to catch her gaze, speaking with a soothing voice, "You'll make Father cross. You must be a good girl for him."