Christine ignored what Chéri was showing and that was fine by Chéri. In fact, it felt more normal than the contrary.

Chéri shrugged simply. He did not seem to have a significant opinion to share at this point.

Chéri laughed a little bit and bent the head to the side, trying to figure out if she meant for real. Chéri couldn’t know Christine’s preferences, and he had already had ladies who were interested. More often than not it was men who could pay for his company and actively sought it, but it wasn’t unheard of for ladies to buy some of his time. However, Christine hadn’t behave like any of them, with the exception of touching him. But then again, they were alone in her store, had she wanted more she could already have made a move. Chéri repeated “Help.” Didn’t sound very helpless, just thoughtful. Chéri smile broadly and added “I think I just want to hear the story, really. Isn’t that going to distract me from the reading?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. He finished his wine and scratched the side of his head.