“Mister? I'm not that old...” he frowns, there's fun.

He looks different from Silvain, which makes me reluctant to meet him friends. How do they combine? He is different from him, I don't know if he is more friendly and relaxed, but he makes me nervous with his seductive performance. Are the French like that, inveterate in conquering? Except Silvain, who has only made himself look like a tyrant.

“I'm sorry, I'm Silvain's servant. And my name is Aryanna Viscardi” I extend my hand to him, instead of shaking it, he leans in and leaves a kiss on the back of my hand.

Self-conscious, I withdraw my hand and barely smile.

"Gaspard Lebrun, just call me Gaspard" he winks at me, my insides tremble. I won't take up any more of your time, I'm sure you'll be busy.

“You're right, I have work to do, with permission” I turn around, about to walk the other way.

“Wait” His voice stops my progress.

I squeeze my eyelids.

“Yeah?”

"I'll be here for the day, if you don't mind" he says.

“Of course not”

“Yeah!