Chéri definitely didn’t take that as a double entendre. But they didn’t say, so it was just as well. Darius seemed somewhat proud of what they had created for themselves and that made Chéri smile, appreciating his confidence, especially as an extravagant personality in a small town. Chéri kept striking the silk robe while they waited for instructions. “And what is something very deep into my soul?” Calliope asked, without changing their facial expression in the slightest.

Chéri followed the thoughts, raised their eyes to the sky and wondered if that could work. “I think the loveseat might create better folds, so objectively it is better than the chair.” Chéri suggested . Chéri nodded then continued to undress. They took their cravat and waistcoat off, then started to work on the boots “It makes for sense for me to be barefoot, right? Or do you want me to hide my feet?” They continued asking for instructions. Chéri raised their eyebrows “I guess you will need to have always the same hours. I mean, I don’t think I will be working around that time and it is not too early, so it should work.” Chéri turned to the instrument. They had to think a little about what could be a price here. They had only ever been paid in francs. In the end, they calculated how much train fares, the few meals they had had and their few purchases had cost and came up with a “I think twelve shillings a day could be good, ten if the day is cut short.” Chéri looked at the instruments, meditating. After silent deliberation, they determined to ask this at a later date, once they had gathered a better understanding of who Darius was as a person.