Darius was, once again, quick to put a door between Chéri and the rest of the house. In a different circumstance, Chéri would have commented on that, but this was Carrington Manor and Chéri wasn’t that anxious, for a reason or another, to meet the other inhabitants of the house.
At what followed, Chéri shook his head. “Haven’t spoken to her about you,” at least as far as he knew. He nodded and confirmed “No, it doesn’t,” with a self-assured smile. It was hard to doubt him was he smiled like that.

The eyes of Chéri shone at the mention of food. “I love food,” was the whole, enthusiastic response.