Antoine laughed a little, shrugging. "Perhaps. If the chance should come that you ever meet them, then you can let me know what you think." As always, when he thought of Augustin, there was a little pang in his chest - he hated that his brother wasn't with the family, but he'd made the decision to abandon them.
"Nothing too sad. Got it." Smiling, he tilted his head, thinking. "I'm sure that I can find a comedy or something. I shall look through the papers and see what I can find and then at our next meeting I will inform you of what play we'll see. How does that sound, love?"
He moved his hand from where it lay over Nell's waist and lifted it to brush his hair from his face. The young boy really was rather handsome, his features not too rough.