Chéri wrinkled the nose slightly. The deal wasn’t what he would have picked for himself, but beggars can’t be choosers and he was in a less than choosy position right now. Maybe in the future. He accepted in his mind putting a “for now” at the ed of the sentence. “Thank you, Madame” he said in a grateful tone. “So do I, Madame.” He wasn’t going to start by pretending to be humble. The beautiful woman walked in. Chéri turned and saw the young Mrs Carrington, who was asked to offer her opinion on his looks.

Chéri didn’t seem to mind, probably used to me exposed. He rather focused on the woman who had just entered the house, hiding a pregnancy. Chéri chose to bow once again “I’m glad madame finds me equally pretty.” Chéri made an effort to sound as elegant as he could -something that didn’t come natural to him, even in French- and examined the beautiful lady in font of him. “Are you feeling alright today, madame Carrington?” He asked, potentially confused by a very young, very pregnant widow who had needed to become such.