It was probably a good thing that Francis could not convey that answer to Chéri. The reply would have been odd to say the least. Chéri looked somewhere else with half a smirk, not unlike a little rascal. Sometimes, they did act their age, at least a bit. The pat, they did not understand. Chéri shook their head “It’s good” they reassured Francis. Company had always been worse than loneliness for Chéri, unless they were talking money. And even so, Chéri sometimes preferred hunger, danger and the cold, that at least they knew well enough. They had no use for romantic love in their life, wouldn’t even know what to do with it if they felt it. There were a million other things they wanted before that. Chéri pointed at the figure on the drawing and shrugged. They hesitated, clearly wanting to add something.