Chéri batted his long lashes and stared with a good amount of curiosity “What kind of special knowledge can a book contain?” Probably imagining something magical or religious. The use of books was as foreign to him as archery or tea ceremony. She appeared very prudent and this made Chéri stiffen his back, as if he had just become aware of just how dangerous it could be for them.
He eyed the street around them, in search of anyone staring and/or pretending to to be.

A shiver went down his spine as she said those words, than Chéri found himself staring and laughed at the end “Of course not! You speak like a witch from a fairy tale”. No filter. “I just meant to say if death is the only way to free oneself. If… if one does not get on with, say, a father.” Or a brother.