"I don't know, I quite like him," Christopher smiled, still cradling him as if he were a baby. He did adore animals, and if he could he would fill up his house with thousands of them. However, he had a house full of revolutionaries posing as servants and staff, which was already overflowing as it was.
"I know you think I am about as romantic as a toadstool but I - Olivia..." he sighed greatly, shaking his head. "I cannot imagine loving anyone else. I still do not want to imagine it. I feel like I am betraying Helene's memory, and as ridiculous as that may be I cannot get past that yet. Therese does not know of Helene, and I am reluctant to tell her. She does not need to know, does not want to know, and I shall not offer up the information freely."