Chéri squinted a little, trying to understand what the lady meant when she spoke about “clean”. It was getting more confusing by the minute, which was making the lady, in proportion, more and more interesting. “I would.” Chéri admitted “Are there lots of books that say where the gold is?” Was the obvious, fowling question now that the main point about the value of the content of books had come across. “Do you have some?” Hey, HE was intrested in gold, if the lady could get him some.

Chéri batted the long lashes, with a curious smile. “Well, let’s say that looking happy gets your more often what you want” and his smile turned to the sly side, just for a moment, before snapping back. It was so quick it didn’t even look real.