Francis wanted to know if Chéri was getting payed. Maybe how much. Chéri shrugged slowly, blinked a few times, making sure to emphasise how long their lashes were, put both their hands on the side of their face and blused a little while their eyes started to shine like stars. They considered that and answered. A second after, they melted into a loud, disorderly laugh, appropriate for a fisherman or a small time merchant, very far from the grace they had shown off so far.

Chéri laughed at the carelessness the other one was showing and puff, incredulous. They then gritted their teeth and looked aggressively toward Francis, then made a gesture that said “big”. It was difficult to obtain specific information.