Chéri had no intention whatsoever of ignoring the cat. The creature felt simple and friendly, like most humans weren’t and it liked him without complication. This was something Chéri deeply appreciated.

Chéri seemed distressed by the perspective “Oh, why not?” he asked about the poor witches. He nodded, although he felt like the fun had been spoilt a little. “Maybe you can change it, for me? I’d really like a happy witch story. Even more than one.” Chéri laughed and fixed his hair, without any particular care. He was losing some of his affectations, partly thanks to the wine, but mainly thanks to Christine. She had put him at ease. She had made everything simple and any faux pas a small matter.