“Please, don’t,” Lucien said, his voice still even. At the other’s offer, he looked up, some measure of hopefulness in his expression. “That would be much appreciated, Monsieur Belmont…” He gave Jacques the address of the inn he was currently staying at, though Lucien clarified, “It is only a temporary address—but, if you do find him, you may tell him to contact our father or sister. They will have my address if I ever relocate.”
He smiled, genuinely now, and it showed. “Thank you very much.”