"Well, at least the Revolution does not change all things?" He said, trying to inject some mirth into the conversation, "Once sour, always sour it would seem."
"No, he would not. But... I feel... I do not know how I feel. Like... a side-dish?" He shrugs, unable to explain himself better. "He has many men, and when he sees me... we talk. And although I enjoy it..." He shrugs again, and takes a swallow from the wine-glass, "Am I not free to pursue lovers who mean nothing if he pursues men for their money?"