Aimé flushed red, glancing around the room hoping no-one had heard them or might guess what was transpiring between them. The stranger from before was watching them and Aimé turned away, a sense of recognition on the edge of his mind but he had more pressing things to deal with. "I cannot believe you would discuss this here. I told you I do not know anything, why will you not stop hounding me? And my father was not a traitor. He loved his country, even after what people like you did to it."