Giving Fred a nod of sympathy, he tried to put out of his mind the thought of her in so terrible a place. It was truly disturbing; and it was no wonder she'd lost her appetite when thinking about it. But... "Cupids, leprechauns, and God...zilla?" he asked slowly. "This is the first I've heard of that..." It was worrisome, to say the least, even if he didn't know what a Godzilla was.
Movies.... he squinted. "The moving picture shows were as close to your movies as we had, but they were completely different. There wasn't even sound or talking, like yours. Yours are like plays, full blown-out plays, with music! It's quite amazing. I'd love to see more of them."
But when she mentioned Moulin Rouge being topless, he turned bright red and shifted in his seat. "We... I don't think it was ever... At least, not when I worked there, we didn't have... I mean, Satine wore some... some very... ah... small? small clothes, but never...." Of course, he'd seen her less than topless, and the reminder made him smile. She had been so beautiful, with her porcelain skin and striking red hair. Satine... He smiled again, then noticed Fred eating. Oh, good. That was good.