Had they bee closer, maybe Chéri would have pointed out that he was not a man. Very few people had come close enough and Christine obviously couldn’t see that for herself, but still, that is what he thought. “Then you didn’t look at me long enough.” Chéri pointed out, considering himself very transparent in that particular situation.

Chéri shrugged “They help me because they hope to get something in return. Sometimes, it is just feeling like a good person. Sometimes is to see me look happy. I can look very sad if I want. Very sad.” He promised, laughing a little bit. Chéri drew a long, hopeless breath when it came to reading. Chéri nodded “I know. That’s why I am called that. I’m a precious one” he repeated the marketing claim like it had nothing to do with him.