Chéri almost jumped in seeing the woman rendered so energetic by the sacred fire of knowledge. He stared at her almost feeling threatened and then followed her with his eyes.

“…You thought I wouldn’t?” He believed he had given the distinct impression he would. He probably was’t careful enough when it came to giving the right impression to someone who wasn’t paying his bills, but making that conclusion was too much to ask of him just right now. She handed over the book. Chéri stared at the unknown symbols on it, then stared back at her. He didn’t know what to do with it. Chéri laughed instead of repeating. “Why pity? Cherish! That’s much better.!”