[It's funny, and it's comforting. Romain is even warm when he wants to be. Ghyslain looks at him for just a bit too long again, a bit too fondly, but he knows it's more likely to be spotted now and quickly averts his eyes - which only makes it more obvious.]

I would like to hear that.

[God, it's even in his voice. He needs to recover somehow.]

Those two, they were the worst, really. [A blatant lie.] The most... delibéré. The word is so close but I cannot remember it this evening.